Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

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

You in hot tub, I'm lookin at you salivatin
Dry you off, I got paper towel waitin
Lay you down you're red hot
style 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 best
Your or your breast

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

You gon be a nigga's
Fried Chicken
You was my
Drippin wet hot,

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like walkin out a tannin saloon
When I 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 pretty hand hot, its so the way you submittin
And how you gave me power, to massagin me to
You with lemon water, marinate you and
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 bubblin on skin
Despite the funny fragrance I lick my finger frequent

In any event I'm reflectin on all the signs I got
Sayin that I fuck with you
But the way you made it hard to resist
I put my mouth on you but that's another issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the 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 nigga death, I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin swine as a
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 shit until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause just what niggas do