Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me 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 bucket 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 medal
you rub your 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 waitin
Lay you cause you're red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

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

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
by southern black women
To serve massa,

You gon be a nigga's
Fried Chicken
You was my
Drippin wet hot,

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you me to my knees
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I need more than a 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 lotion all up over body
So amazin, how you when 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 you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you butter milk
I sit and watch the grease bubblin on your skin
the funny fragrance still I lick my finger frequent

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

up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
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 death, despite I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin swine as a
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 some until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause just what niggas do