Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you fly away from me

Drivin in your seats 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
Then you rub hot oil for 'bout a half an hour

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

Then I to the bed then plop
we done I need rest
Don't know what of you I love best
Your or your breast

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

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

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

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
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 bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up your body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

Hey, my hand hot, its so feminine 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 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 skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger

In any event I'm reflectin on all the that I got
Sayin that I shouldn't fuck 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 when I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the of my intestine

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

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