Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you've done to me, was one to me
After you shower, you and your gold flour
Then you rub hot oil for 'bout a half 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 to the bed then plop
When we done I rest
Don't know what of you I love best
Your legs or your

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern women
To serve massa,

You gon be a nigga's
Misses Fried
You was my
Drippin wet hot,

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you knockin me to my
Its me when 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 saloon
When I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over your
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

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 skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger

In any event I'm on all the signs that 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 issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused the feelin impatiently eatin you
worm 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 it the best
And specialize in cookin swine as a
You gon be a death

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 kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just niggas do