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 heart but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you've to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for a half an hour

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

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we done I rest
Don't know part of you I love best
legs or your breast

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, my pretty hot, its so feminine 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, 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 bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my frequent

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the of my intestine

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

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