Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

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

You in your hot tub, I'm at you salivatin
Dry you off, I got your towel waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

Then I flock to the bed then
When we done I rest
Don't know what part of you I love
Your or your breast

Fried Chicken
You gon be a death
Created by black women
To serve massa,

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

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, like you're walkin out a tannin saloon
When I you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you when I glaze, you swine

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

Baby, it's you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you 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 reflectin on all the that I got
that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste made it to resist
When I put my mouth on you but that's another

up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the feelin eatin you
[Incomprehensible] chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, until my very 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 shit to death, ain't that shit?
Ima eat shit until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause just what niggas do