Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
I'm gonna 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 but you can't fly away from me

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

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

Then I to the bed then plop
we done I need rest
Don't what part of you I love best
Your legs or your

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

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

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

collard greens
But you me to my knees
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I need 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 oven from bakin I got you on my
that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

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

Baby, it's you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you 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 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 infection
Confused over the feelin eatin you
worm 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 cookin as a chef
You gon be a nigga

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 eatin me
And I choose to do that, Cause that's just what niggas do