Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
What I'm do?
Uh, Lord, Jah
is all true

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

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

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

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we I need rest
know what part of you I love best
Your legs or breast

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

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

Like Greeks with their
Or Italians with their pasta
Or Roti is to a Rasta, me
You and your mac and cheese

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
Its killin me I miss, ah
Nothin I need more a fish fry

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

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

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

In any event I'm reflectin on all the signs I got
Sayin that I fuck with you
But the way you taste made it hard to
When I put my mouth on you but that's issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
worm chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til nothin left, until my very last breath
You gon be a death, despite I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin as a chef
You gon be a death

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