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
Cause I gotta come true go no gun
But I got my
Didn't come for no 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,
last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup
know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that
Headed back to tha
Now I'm as tick
Got some soul on in tha cassette
for my brain
I haven't learning yet
Hot from Mo-Joes
Got my sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu

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

It's a blessing when my eyes
Get to see the sun
I'm ready to begin, another chance to get away from where I've been
I'll never forget everythang I went through
I appreciate the because
If I hada went and took the way
I wouldn't be the nigga that I am today
that I did
Different I was told
ended up being food for my soul

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

Sunday where you eating at?
I'm on Wichita Drive
Ole' burd the stove ride
Churches dropping chicken in grease
go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging from a good time
beef is cheaper but
It's with "red dye" between 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 hoes now what's the
Spaghetty plus her monthly

They they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, Marcia Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a
by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox the outside
With a stare no to go inside
Tameka and outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my
As I speak wuz up from the 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 feeling
Them think they slick
By to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord my voice was recordable

(Come an get your food, well, well)
Hold up C what I write
And Miss Lady acting like we in
Says she ain't got no extra hush to sell
seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of
It was a line at tha
Jj's was packed too
Looking to be one of dem
When ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting tha family
Looking for a soul food

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