Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me heart disease but you in my kitchen
You a but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away 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 your hot oil for 'bout a half an

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

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

Misses Fried
You gon be a death
Created by southern black
To massa, guest

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

Like Greeks their Souvla
Or Italians their tomato pasta
Or is to a Rasta, trappin me
You and your mac and cheese

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're walkin out a tannin
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 when I glaze, you swine

Hey, my pretty hand hot, its so feminine the way you
And how you gave me power, to me to shower
You with lemon water, 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 sizzle 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 that I shouldn't 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 when I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the feelin impatiently 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 swine 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 some
Ima eat some shit until what Im kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause just what niggas do