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 bird but you 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 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 towel waitin
Lay you cause you're red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

Then I to the bed then plop
When we done I need
Don't know what part of you I love
legs or your breast

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
by southern black women
To serve massa,

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

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you knockin me to my
Its killin me I miss, ah
Nothin I more 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 body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

Hey, my pretty hot, its so feminine the way you submittin
And how you me power, to massagin me to shower
You with water, marinate you and season
And dippin you in

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you milk treatment
I sit and watch the sizzle 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
Sayin that I fuck with you
But the way you taste made it hard to
When I put my on you but that's another issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the feelin eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the wall of my

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

Who cares if the swine is mixed with rats, cats and dogs
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