Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me heart but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck 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 your hot tub, I'm lookin at you
Dry you off, I got your paper waitin
Lay you down you're red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

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

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

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

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

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I more than 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 from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up your body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

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

Baby, it's you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
you enjoyin you butter milk treatment
I sit and the grease sizzle bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the feelin impatiently 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 death, despite I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin swine as a
You gon be a nigga

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