Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
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

in your bucket seats 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 your paper towel
Lay you down you're red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

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

Fried Chicken
You gon be a death
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

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

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

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you me to my knees
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 bakin I got you on my
that sun tan lotion 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 gave me power, to massagin me to
You with 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 enjoyin you butter treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on your
the funny fragrance still I lick my finger frequent

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

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

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

Who cares if the swine is mixed rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, ain't that shit?
Ima eat some shit until Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's what niggas do