Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a but you ain't a ki
Got but you can't fly away from me

Drivin in your bucket 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 your gold 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 waitin
Lay you cause you're red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

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

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

You gon be a nigga's
Misses Chicken
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's you're walkin out a tannin saloon
I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin 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 dippin you in

Baby, like you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
you enjoyin you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on skin
Despite the funny fragrance I lick my finger frequent

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the feelin impatiently you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the of my intestine

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

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