Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my
You a but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away me

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

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

Then I flock to the bed then
When we I need rest
Don't know what part of you I best
Your or your breast

Misses Fried
You gon be a death
Created by black women
To massa, guest

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

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I more than 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 from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over your
So amazin, how you when 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 with 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 butter treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I my finger frequent

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the 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 nigga

Who cares if the swine is mixed with rats, cats and combined
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, that some shit?
Ima eat some shit until Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? that's just what niggas do