Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

My old boy from the point but I'm Southwest
And every now and 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 I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, and gravy
Not in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every Thursday of the month

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

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

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

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

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

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

They know they making it on the yard
Fuck Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no to go inside
and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my
Smoke steams under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the that I got
Why not be food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they
By trying to make bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my was recordable

and get yo' soul food, well well

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

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

and get yo' soul food, well well
Good soul food, all right
Everythang is for