Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

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

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

Then I flock to the bed then
When we I need rest
Don't what part of you I love best
legs or your breast

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

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

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

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

Hey, my hand hot, its so feminine the way you submittin
And how you gave me power, to me to shower
You with lemon water, 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
the funny fragrance still I lick my finger 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 mouth on you but another issue

up in my stomach when I laid 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 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 shit?
Ima eat some shit until what Im eatin me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's what niggas do