Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
I'm gonna do?
Uh, Lord, Jah
Shit is all

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

Drivin in your bucket all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal
you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour

You in your hot tub, I'm at you salivatin
Dry you off, I got your paper waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

Then I flock to the bed then
When we done I rest
Don't know what of you I love best
Your legs or your

Misses Chicken
You gon be a death
by southern black women
To serve massa,

You gon be a nigga's
Misses Fried
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

Like Greeks their Souvla
Or Italians with their tomato
Or Roti is to a Rasta, me
You and your friend mac and

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I need more than a fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're out a tannin saloon
I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

Hey, my pretty hand hot, its so the way you submittin
And how you gave me power, to massagin me to
You lemon water, marinate you and season
And dippin you in

Baby, it's you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you milk treatment
I sit and the grease sizzle bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny still I lick my finger frequent

In any event I'm on all the signs that I got
that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste made it hard to
When I put my mouth on you but another issue

Butterflies up in my when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the feelin impatiently you
[Incomprehensible] chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, until my very last
You gon be a nigga death, despite I it the best
And specialize in cookin swine as a
You gon be a nigga

Who cares if the swine is mixed rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, ain't that shit?
Ima eat some shit until what Im kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's what niggas do