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 but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got but you can't fly away from me

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

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

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

Misses Chicken
You gon be a death
Created by black women
To massa, guest

You gon be a death
Misses Chicken
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're 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 hand hot, its so feminine the way you submittin
And how you gave me power, to me to shower
You with lemon water, marinate you and
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 sizzle bubblin on skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger

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

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

Who cares if the is mixed with rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, that some shit?
Ima eat shit until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just what do