Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
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 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 your hot tub, I'm lookin at you
Dry you off, I got your paper waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
style you make my head rot

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

Misses Fried
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

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

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

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you knockin me to my
Its killin me I miss, ah
Nothin I need more a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I lie, it's like you're walkin out a tannin saloon
When I you out the oven from bakin 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 hot, its so feminine the way you submittin
And how you gave me power, to me to shower
You lemon water, marinate you and season
And dippin you in

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

In any event I'm reflectin on all the that I got
Sayin I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste made it to resist
When I put my 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 of my intestine

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

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