Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

My old boy the point but I'm from 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 come for no beef I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of
Tropical every last Thursday of the

Daddy put tha hot grits on my 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 back to tha

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

Southern Fry won't my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me cancer drill
Me with second-hand but
Only to make matters
Plus I'm getting pimped by temp lady Jackie
From staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick you say

It's such a blessing my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm to begin
Another chance to get further away from I've been
But I'll forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the because
If I had and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga I am today
Everythang that I did, thangs I was told
Just up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well
old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for
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 ride
Churches chicken in yesterday's grease
go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma come before sex
A house full of now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti her monthly flow

know they making 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 it's bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox the outside with a stare no money to go inside
and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats my jeep
As I speak wuz up the driver seat

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

Come and get yo' soul food, well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to
seafood making me hit that door
With a full of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's was packed 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' food, well well
Good old-fashioned food, all right
is for free
As as it can be
Come and get soul food

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