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

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

Damn, it hurts my heart to remember these
(Remember these)
Days way back in the
(Seventies)
The only AIDS you used to was Kool-AIDS
Corn-bread, and corn-br-AIDS

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

It taste better the next day cold
Chick-chicken,
When I my thoughts, I recollect
I to listen to my moms
(To my mommy)

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

Yo, Monch, you can
When we to play skelly way back
wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh, oh, it's six o'clock, I'm for dinner

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

Mom yells, "Dinner's ready", 'cause the boss
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 then I ate the

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

Round, round, one,
(Up, up, two)
I'm fresh out of the and you can't catch me
Mrs. Mary Mac, all in black
rather fat and she carries a bat

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

Chicken barbecues in the was the move
Whoo, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, Groove
Was the jam Grandmaster Vic in the park
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 left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my
(Word?)
Now we would go to Troy's and get loose
(Uhh)

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

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

I was as a cat, in fact I was a cheetah
Especially when we played follow the
Little May Robinson used to play
and tell with my peter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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