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 but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

Drivin in your bucket all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you've 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 cause red hot
Louisiana style you my head rot

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I lie, it's like 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 all up over your body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

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

In any event I'm reflectin on all the that I got
Sayin I shouldn't 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 when I laid on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the of my intestine

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