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 wings but you fly away from me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you've to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a 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
style you make my head rot

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we I need rest
know what part of you I love best
Your or your breast

Fried Chicken
You gon be a death
by southern black women
To massa, guest

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

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

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

Shit, it good, I can't lie, it's like you're walkin out a tannin saloon
I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over your
So amazin, how you sparkle 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 lemon water, you and season
And you in chowder

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
you enjoyin you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the sizzle bubblin on your skin
Despite the fragrance still I lick my finger frequent

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

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

Ima eat you til nothin left, until my very last breath
You gon be a nigga death, despite I it the best
And specialize in swine as a chef
You gon be a nigga

Who cares if the is mixed with rats, cats 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? that's just what niggas do