Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

My old boy the point
But I'm from and every
Now and then I get put to the
But I can't be
I gotta come true ain't 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
a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha
When I was sick Mary had tha hot boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so
Like waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha
Now I'm as tick
Got soul on blast in tha cassette
for my brain
I stopped learning yet
Hot wings Mo-Joes
Got my sweating
Celery and cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer
Me with second-hand
But, to make matters worse
I'm getting pimped by this temp lady 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 such a when my eyes
Get to see the sun
I'm ready to begin, another chance to get further away from where been
What I'll never forget everythang I through
I the shit because
If I hada went and took the way
I wouldn't be the strong that I am today
that I did
Different thangs I was
Just 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

Sunday morning you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita
Ole' burd the stove ride
Churches chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a time
beef is cheaper but
It's pumped with "red dye" between two of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy
I could cut her up but, ma stomach come 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 for a joke
by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the
With a stare no money to go
Tameka and Tiffany outside
And skipping rope to the beats my jeep
As I speak wuz up the driver seat

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 crackers they slick
By trying to this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my was recordable

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

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