Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

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

Didn't come for no beef I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul chicken, rice and gravy
Not in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical last 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 know why but it felt so
Like some waffles in the morning headed to tha woods

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

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

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

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

Sunday morning where you at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove
dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together this quart of Mickey's
night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two of bread
look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma 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 getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and outside tripping
And rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver

A heaping helping of fried
Macaroni and and collar greens too big for my jeans
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 food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think sick
By trying to this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well

Hold up C it's what I write and Lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to
Bankhead making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha
JJ's Ribshack was too
to be one of dem days when Momma 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 soul

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