Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my
You a but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you fly away from me

Drivin in bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
what you've done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and gold medal flour
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 paper towel waitin
Lay you cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you my head rot

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

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern black
To massa, guest

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

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

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I need more 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 that sun tan lotion all up over body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

Baby, it's you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle on your skin
Despite the 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 it hard 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
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm on the wall of my intestine

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

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