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 be stopped
I gotta come true ain't go no gun
But I got my
Didn't come for no cause I don't eat steak
I got a of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not in too much
a cup of punch, tropical
Every last of the month

put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot boiling
Didn't know why but it so good
Like waffles in that morning
Headed to tha woods
Now I'm as tick
Got some soul on in tha cassette
Food for my
I stopped learning yet
Hot wings from
Got my sweating
and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons me like cancer drill
Me second-hand obstables
But, only to matters worse
Plus I'm pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure
up clown don't talk to me
Like looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you hard
Trick you say?

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

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

Sunday where you eating at?
I'm on Wichita Drive
Ole' burd the stove ride
Churches dropping chicken in yesterday's
Didn't go together with this quart of
Last night hanging over a good time
beef 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 stomach before sex
A house of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetty plus her monthly

know they making it hard on the yard
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
With a no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside
And skipping rope to the from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver

A heaping helping of chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collard
Too big for my
Smoke steams from under the lid on the pot
Ain't had allot but thankful for
The that I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling
Them crackers think slick
By trying to make this bullshit
I thank the Lord that my was recordable

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

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