Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

Drivin in bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look you've done to me, was number one to me
you shower, you and your gold medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a an hour

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

Then I flock to the bed then
When we I need rest
Don't know part of you I love best
legs or your breast

Misses Fried
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern women
To massa, guest

You gon be a death
Fried Chicken
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

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

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

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

In any event I'm on all the signs that I got
that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste made it hard to
When I put my mouth on you but another issue

Butterflies up in my stomach I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the feelin impatiently 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 death, despite I prepare it the best
And specialize in swine as a chef
You gon be a nigga

Who cares if the is mixed with rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, that some shit?
Ima eat some until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just what do