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 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 from Kentucky to with me
Look what you've to me, was number one to me
you shower, you and your gold 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 you make my head rot

I flock to the bed then plop
When we done I rest
Don't know what part of you I best
Your legs or breast

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

You gon be a nigga's
Misses Fried
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're walkin out a saloon
When I pull you out the from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you when I glaze, you swine

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

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

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

Butterflies up in my stomach I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's left, until my very last 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 rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the to death, ain't that some shit?
Ima eat some until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? that's just what niggas do