Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me heart disease but need you in my
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck me
Look you've done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal
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 paper towel waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

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

Fried Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by black women
To massa, guest

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

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

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you knockin me to my
Its killin me I miss, ah
Nothin I need more a fish fry

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

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

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

In any event I'm on all the signs 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 issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's left, until my very last breath
You gon be a nigga death, despite I prepare it the
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 some shit?
Ima eat some shit until what Im kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just niggas do