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 seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
what you've done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold flour
you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour

You in your hot tub, I'm lookin at you
Dry you off, I got your paper waitin
Lay you down you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

Then I to the bed then plop
When we done I rest
know what part of you I love best
Your or your breast

Fried Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
by southern black 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 Roti is to a Rasta, me
You and friend mac and cheese

collard greens
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 bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over your
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 lemon water, marinate you and
And dippin you in

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 sizzle bubblin on your
Despite the funny fragrance still I my finger frequent

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm 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 specialize in cookin swine as a
You gon be a nigga

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 choose to do that, Cause that's just what niggas do