Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

My old boy from the point but I'm Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the
But I be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a of soul food chicken, rice 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 sick Mary had tha hot boiling
Didn't why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick got some on blast in tha cassette
for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings 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 second-hand but
Only to matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this lady Jackie
From Optima niggas laughing
up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick you say

It's a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I've
But never forget
I went through I appreciate the shit because
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
Just up being food for my soul

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

Sunday morning you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird the stove ride
Churches chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah is cheaper
But pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma 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 Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a
Changing by the day I see getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no to go inside
Tameka and outside tripping
And skipping rope to the from my jeep
As I speak wuz up the driver seat

A heaping helping of chicken
Macaroni and and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke 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 sick
crackers think they sick
By to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the that my voice was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well

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

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