Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

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

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha
When I was sick had tha hot soup boiling
know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in morning
Headed to tha woods
Now I'm full as
Got some soul on blast in tha
for my brain
I stopped learning yet
Hot wings from
Got my forehead
Celery and blue on my menu next

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

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

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

morning where you eating at?
I'm on Wichita Drive
burd working the stove ride
Churches dropping chicken in grease
Didn't go with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging from a good time
beef 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 hoes now the ingredient
plus her monthly flow

They know making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, Marcia Clark
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 the outside
With a stare no 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 and collard greens
Too big for my
Smoke from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had allot but for
The little I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling
Them crackers think they
By trying to make this affordable
I the Lord that my voice was recordable

(Come an get your food, well, well)
Hold up C what I write
And Miss Lady like we in jail
she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit door
With a mind full of
It was a at tha beautiful
Jj's Ribshack was too
to be one of dem days
When Momma ain't
Everybody's out with tha family
for a little soul food

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