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 your bucket seats all the way 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 your hot oil for 'bout a an hour

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

Then I flock to the bed then
When we done I need
Don't know what part of you I love
Your legs or your

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, my hand 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 you in chowder

Baby, like 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 frequent

In any event I'm reflectin on all the that I got
Sayin that I shouldn't 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] 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