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

You in your hot tub, I'm 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
we done I need rest
Don't know what of you I love best
legs or your breast

Misses Fried
You gon be a death
Created by black women
To massa, guest

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

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

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
Its killin me I miss, ah
I need more than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like walkin out a tannin saloon
When I pull you out the oven bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan all up over your body
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 you in chowder

Baby, like you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
you enjoyin you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on your
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my frequent

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

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

Ima eat you til nothin left, until my very last breath
You gon be a nigga death, I prepare it the best
And in cookin 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 shit to death, ain't that some
Ima eat some shit until what Im eatin me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's what niggas do