Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you fly away 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
After you shower, you and your medal flour
you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour

You in your hot tub, I'm at you salivatin
Dry you off, I got your towel waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

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

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

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

Like Greeks with Souvla
Or with their tomato pasta
Or is to a Rasta, trappin me
You and your friend mac and

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

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

Hey, my hand hot, its so feminine 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 you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the wall of my

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