Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck me
Look what you've done to me, was one to me
you shower, you and your gold medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 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 style you my head rot

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

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern black
To massa, guest

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

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

[Incomprehensible] 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 walkin out a saloon
When I pull you out the oven from I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up your body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

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

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance I lick my finger frequent

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

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

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, my very last breath
You gon be a nigga death, I prepare it the best
And in cookin 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 some shit?
Ima eat some shit what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, Cause that's just what niggas do