Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

My old boy the point 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 for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of food chicken, rice and gravy
Not in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup
Didn't know why but it so good
Like some in the morning headed 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 from Mo-Joes got my forehead
Celery and blue cheese on my next

Southern Fry allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer
Me second-hand obstacles but
Only to make matters
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady
From Optima staffing 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

such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm to begin
Another chance to get away from where I've been
But never forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the 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 for my soul

Come and get yo' food, well well
Good soul food, all right
is for free
As as it can be
and get some soul 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 with quart of Mickey's
Last hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma come before sex
A house full of hoes now 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
by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside
And skipping rope to the from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the seat

A heaping helping of chicken
and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling
Them think they sick
By trying to make this affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was

Come and get yo' food, well well

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

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

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