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 heart but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to with me
what 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 'bout a half an

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

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

Misses Fried
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

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

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

collard greens
But you me to my knees
Its killin me I miss, ah
Nothin I need than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I lie, it's like you're walkin out a tannin saloon
I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

Baby, like you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
you enjoyin you butter milk treatment
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 fuck you
But the way you made it hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but another issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the feelin eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the wall of my

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 swine as a
You gon be a death

Who cares if the swine is mixed with rats, 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 what niggas do