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 stopped 'cause I come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my

Didn't for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of
Tropical every last of the month

Daddy put tha hot on my chest in tha morning
I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed to tha woods

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

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie
Tied face goons me like cancer drill
Me second-hand obstacles but
Only to matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by temp lady Jackie
From Optima niggas laughing
Shut up don't 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 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 never
Everythang I through I appreciate the shit because
If I had and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different I was told
Just ended up food for my soul

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

Sunday where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the ride
dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye two pieces of bread
Shawty good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach before sex
A house full of now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her monthly

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

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

Come and get yo' food, well well

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

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

Come and get yo' soul food, well
Good soul food, all right
Everythang is for