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
got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 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 had tha hot soup boiling
know why but it felt so good
Like waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods

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

Southern Fry won't allow my to lie still
face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with obstacles but
to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this lady Jackie
From Optima staffing niggas
Shut up clown talk to me like that looking stupid of course
day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun
I'm to begin
Another chance to get further away 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
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was
Just ended up food for my soul

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

Sunday morning you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' working the stove ride
Churches 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 with dem hairy legs
I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house of hoes now what's the ingredient
plus her monthly flow

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

A helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar too big for my jeans
Smoke steams under 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 they sick
By trying to this bullshit 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 Lady acting we in jail
she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit door
With a mind full of it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family for a little soul food

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

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