Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

in your 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 gold medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a an hour

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

Then I to the bed then plop
When we done I need
Don't know what of you I love best
Your or your breast

Misses Fried
You gon be a death
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

You gon be a nigga's
Misses 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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're 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 over your
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

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

In any event I'm on all the signs that I got
Sayin that I shouldn't fuck 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 infection
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
worm chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, until my very breath
You gon be a death, despite I prepare it the best
And in cookin 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, ain't that shit?
Ima eat some shit until what Im eatin me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's what niggas do