Luyện nghe bài hát Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken?

Of all the things my momma to cook, I liked chicken
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator night?
Well, I to find it when I get home or else

Damn, it really hurts my to remember these
(Remember these)
Days way in the seventies
(Seventies)
The only AIDS you to know was Kool-AIDS
Corn-bread, corn-rows and

Pull up a chair, read a book Dr. Seuss
off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone and then the goo
Man, if my was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold

It even taste better the day cold
Chick-chicken,
When I collect my thoughts, I
I used to listen to my
(To my mommy)

it, everyday
Boy, you better clean up room
you go outside and play

Yo, Monch, you can
When we to play skelly way back
Blastin' wax, side or tops, Prince play that
Uh, oh, six o'clock, I'm late for dinner

If my wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them, print
(Yo, you was feenin' for a fix)
Ran in the
And put my in the cornbread mix

Mom yells, "Dinner's ready", 'cause she's the
All I needed was my and my hot sauce
And my cornbread, now I'm to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone and I ate the skin

But I'll tell you what my mother say
Somebody my piece of chicken
But I'll you what my mother would say
stole my piece of chicken

Round, round, one,
(Up, up, two)
I'm fresh out of the batch and you catch me
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in
rather fat and she carries a bat

She's the lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we played
But no one never died though, we cried
Only to laugh when my moms made fried

barbecues in the summer was the move
Whoo, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, Groove
Was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the
Past the dark, I the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark

to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
Greens but there's no money in my wallet
But I kept cents for my juice
(Word?)
Now we would go to house and get loose
(Uhh)

I'm looking out of the window
(Window)
the asphault grow slow
(Grow, slow)
My best was a G.I. Joe
he had bald spots in his afro

Play with the your own age
That's they used to tell us
I got jealous we couldn't run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block to beat us

I was quick as a cat, in I was a cheetah
Especially when we played the leader
Little Suzy May Robinson to play
Show and with my peter

I used to rock my Walkers to church
After the choir sang, the started to preach
So I had to
For a pen and some paper to keep occupied

But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my
And said, "Mmm, you I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please, oh, please
Now would you speed up the so I can determine

I'ma have peas or collars greens
With my chicken I'm yearnin'"
to the usher in the back, whispering
"Please keep the chicken monster from through

The crack of the door", at the table
Moms my hand until it was sore
'Cause I ate the chicken
The preacher grace, but I'm ready to go for self

But not one piece of chicken on the table left
(What happened to that wing man? Where that go?)

(Where that go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken,

You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator night?
Well, I to find it when I get home, or else
But I'll tell you my mother would say
"Somebody my piece of chicken"

I didn't your chicken, pop

Just 'til I get home 'cause ain't no chicken left
(Hey, cool)
Miss Clarabell took the last piece of
(That's cool)