Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

My old boy from the but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come
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 food 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 chest in tha
I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
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 soul on in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't stopped yet
Hot wings from got my forehead sweating
and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie
face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand but
Only to make matters
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp Jackie
From Optima staffing laughing
Shut up clown don't 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 to get further away from where I've been
But I'll forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the because
If I had went and the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga I am today
Everythang that I did, thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my

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

morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the ride
Churches dripping in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two of bread
Shawty 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
plus her monthly flow

They know making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha
Taking us when we're in the for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside a stare no money to go inside
and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats my jeep
As I wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my
Smoke steams from the lid that's on the pot
never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me sick
Them crackers think 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 we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha
Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha looking for a little soul food

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

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