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 disease but need you in my kitchen
You a but you ain't a ki
Got but you can't fly away from me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to with me
Look what 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 hot tub, I'm lookin at you salivatin
Dry you off, I got paper towel waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
Louisiana style you my head rot

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
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 I got you on my mind
that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you when I glaze, you swine

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 dippin you in

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

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

Butterflies up in my stomach I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm 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 dogs
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, ain't some shit?
Ima eat some shit what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just what do