Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food

My old boy from the point but I'm from
And every now and then I get put to the
But I can't be 'cause I gotta come true
got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't for no beef 'cause 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 last Thursday of the month

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

Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha
for my brain 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 allow my to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer
Me with obstacles but
Only to make matters
Plus I'm pimped by this temp lady Jackie
Optima staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick you say

It's such a when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to
Another chance to get further from where I've been
But never forget
Everythang I through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga I am today
that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my

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

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

They know they making it hard on the
Fuck Chris Darden, Marsha Clark
Taking us when in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my
Looking at Lenox from the with a stare no money to go inside
and Tiffany outside tripping
And rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the 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
Ain't had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be food got me feeling sick
Them crackers they sick
By to make this bullshit affordable
I the Lord that my voice was recordable

and get yo' soul food, well well

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

and get yo' soul 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