Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from to fuck with me
Look what you've to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your medal flour
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 your paper towel
Lay you cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we I need rest
know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your

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

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

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like walkin out a tannin saloon
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 sparkle 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 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 enjoyin you butter treatment
I sit and watch the grease bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my frequent

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

Butterflies up in my when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused the feelin impatiently eatin you
worm chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, until my last breath
You gon be a death, despite I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin swine as a
You gon be a death

Who cares if the swine is mixed rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, ain't that some
Ima eat some shit until what Im kills me
And I to do that, why? Cause that's just what niggas do