Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your 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 your paper towel
Lay you down you're red hot
Louisiana style you my head rot

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

Fried Chicken
You gon be a death
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

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

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

[Incomprehensible] greens
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 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 me to shower
You with water, marinate you and season
And dippin you in

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

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

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

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

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