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 disease but need you in my kitchen
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 you've done to me, was one to me
After you shower, you and your medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a an hour

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

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

Fried Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern women
To serve massa,

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

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

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
I need more than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, like you're walkin out a tannin saloon
When I pull you out the oven from I got you on my mind
that sun tan lotion 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 lemon water, marinate you and season
And you in chowder

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 sizzle bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny still I lick my finger frequent

In any event I'm on all the signs that I got
that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste it hard to resist
When I put my on you but that's another issue

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

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, my very last breath
You gon be a nigga death, despite I prepare it the
And specialize in cookin as a chef
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 kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause just what niggas do