Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

My old boy from the point but I'm from
And now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped I gotta come true
got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat
I got a plate of soul food chicken, and gravy
Not covered in too much, a cup of punch
Tropical every last of the month

Daddy put tha hot on my chest in tha morning
When I was Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so
Like some waffles in the headed back to tha woods

Now I'm as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't learning yet
Hot wings Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu

Southern Fry allow my body to lie still
Tied face surround me like cancer drill
Me second-hand obstacles but
Only to matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this lady Jackie
From Optima staffing laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of
day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to
Another chance to get away from where I've been
But I'll forget
I went through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the way
I wouldn't be the nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was
Just up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well
Good soul food, all right
is for free
As as it can be
Come and get soul food

morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in grease
Didn't go together with this of Mickey's
night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye two pieces of bread
Shawty look with dem hairy legs
I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her flow

They know they it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha
Taking us we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go
Tameka and outside tripping
And rope to the beats from my jeep
As I wuz up from the driver seat

A helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling
crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit
I thank the Lord that my voice was

and get yo' soul food, well well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to
Bankhead seafood making me hit door
With a mind full of attitude it was a at tha beautiful
JJ's Ribshack was too
to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a soul food

and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned food, all right
is for free
As as it can be
Come and get some food

Come and get yo' food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all
is for free