Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
I'm gonna 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 fly away 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 your gold flour
Then you rub your hot oil for a half an hour

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

Then I to the bed then plop
When we done I need
know what part of you I love best
Your or your breast

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

You gon be a death
Fried Chicken
You was my
Drippin wet hot,

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you me to my knees
Its killin me I miss, ah
Nothin I need more than a fry

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

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

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

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 another

up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm on the wall of my intestine

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

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