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 gotta come true go no gun
But I got my
Didn't come for no beef cause I eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, and gravy
Not in too much
Drinking a cup of punch,
Every Thursday of the month

put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick 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 full as
Got some soul on in tha cassette
for my brain
I stopped learning yet
Hot wings from
Got my sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu

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

It's such a blessing my eyes
Get to see the sun
I'm ready to begin, another to get further away from where I've been
What never forget everythang I went through
I the shit because
If I hada and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am
Everythang I did
Different I was told
Just ended up food for my soul

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 you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita
Ole' working the stove ride
Churches chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this of Mickey's
Last night hanging over a good time
Yeah is cheaper but
It's pumped with "red dye" two pieces of bread
Shawty look with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma come before sex
A house full of now what's the ingredient
Spaghetty her monthly flow

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

A heaping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collard
Too big for my
Smoke steams under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had but thankful for
The that I got why not be
Fast food got me sick
Them crackers think slick
By to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord my voice was recordable

(Come an get soul food, well, well)
Hold up C what I write
And Miss Lady acting like we in
Says she ain't got no hush puppis to sell
seafood making me hit that 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 hunting tha family
for a little soul food

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