Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

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

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

Then I flock to the bed plop
we done I need rest
Don't know what part of you I best
Your legs or your

Misses Fried
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern black
To massa, guest

You gon be a death
Fried Chicken
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

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

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, you and season
And dippin you in

Baby, it's you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle on your skin
Despite the funny still I lick 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 it hard 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 manifestin?
Confused the feelin impatiently eatin you
worm chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, until my very last
You gon be a nigga death, despite I prepare it the
And specialize in 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 until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? that's just what niggas do