Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

My old boy from the
But I'm from Southwest and
Now and then I get put to the
But I be stopped
Cause I come true ain't go no gun
But I got my
Didn't come for no beef cause I don't eat
I got a plate of soul food chicken, and gravy
Not in too much
Drinking a cup of punch,
Every last Thursday of the

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha
When I was Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it so good
some waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha
Now I'm as tick
Got some soul on in tha cassette
Food for my
I haven't stopped yet
Hot from Mo-Joes
Got my forehead
Celery and blue cheese on my next

Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer
Me with second-hand
But, only to make worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp Jackie
From Optima figure laughing
Shut up clown talk to me
that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't
hell you say?

It's such a when my eyes
Get to see the sun
I'm ready to begin, another to get further away from where I've been
What I'll never forget everythang I went
I appreciate the because
If I hada went and took the way
I be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang I did
Different I was told
Just ended up being food for my

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

morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita
Ole' working the stove ride
Churches dropping in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this of Mickey's
Last night over from a good time
Yeah is cheaper but
It's pumped with "red dye" two pieces of bread
look 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
Spaghetty her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the
Fuck Darden, fuck Marcia Clark
Taking us when in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting in my square
Looking at from the outside
a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and outside tripping
And skipping rope to the from my jeep
As I wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping of fried chicken
and cheese and collard greens
Too big for my
Smoke steams under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't had allot but thankful for
The that I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling
Them crackers they slick
By trying to this bullshit affordable
I the Lord that my voice was recordable

(Come an get your food, well, well)
Hold up C it's I write
And Miss Lady like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to
Bankhead making me hit that door
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
out hunting with tha family
Looking for a little soul

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