Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got but you can't fly away from me

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

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

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

Fried Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by black women
To serve massa,

You gon be a death
Misses Fried
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

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

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 you in chowder

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

In any event I'm reflectin on all the 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 that's issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it infection
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the of my intestine

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

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