Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

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

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

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

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

Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face surround me like cancer drill
Me with obstacles but
to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp Jackie
From Optima niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking of course
Living day by day and you hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to
chance to get further away from where I've been
But I'll forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit
If I had and took the easy way
I be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang I did, different thangs I was told
ended up being food for my soul

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

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

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

A heaping helping of fried
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my
steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling
Them crackers think sick
By to make this bullshit affordable
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 like we in jail
she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a at tha beautiful
Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family for a little soul food

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

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