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 can't be stopped 'cause I come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my

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

put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot boiling
know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed to tha woods

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

Southern Fry won't my body to lie still
Tied face goons me like cancer drill
Me second-hand obstacles but
Only to make worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by temp lady Jackie
From staffing niggas 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 such a blessing my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to
Another to get further away from where I've been
But I'll never
Everythang I went through I the shit because
If I had went and took the way
I wouldn't be the nigga that I am today
that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my

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

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

They know they making it hard on the
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Clark
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 with a stare no money to go inside
and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my
As I speak wuz up from the seat

A helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and 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
Them crackers think sick
By trying to make this 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 Miss acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra puppies to sell
Bankhead making me hit that door
With a mind full of it was a line at tha beautiful
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

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

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