Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

My old boy from the
But I'm from Southwest and
Now and I get put to the test
But I can't be
I gotta come true ain't go no gun
But I got my
come for no beef cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and
Not in too much
Drinking a cup of punch,
Every Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my in tha morning
When I was sick had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't why but it felt so good
Like some in that morning
Headed back to tha
Now I'm full as
Got some on blast in tha cassette
Food for my
I haven't learning yet
Hot wings Mo-Joes
Got my sweating
Celery and cheese on my menu next

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

It's such a blessing when my
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 through
I appreciate the because
If I hada went and took the way
I wouldn't be the strong that I am today
Everythang I did
Different thangs I was
Just up being food for my soul

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

Sunday morning where you at?
I'm on 1365 Drive
Ole' burd the stove ride
Churches dropping chicken in yesterday's
Didn't go together with this quart of
Last night hanging over from a good
Yeah is cheaper but
pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread
Shawty look with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach before sex
A full of hoes now what's the ingredient
plus her monthly flow

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

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

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

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