Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

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

Daddy put tha hot on my chest in tha morning
I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't why but it felt so good
Like some in that morning
Headed to tha woods
Now I'm as tick
Got some soul on in tha cassette
Food for my
I haven't learning yet
Hot from Mo-Joes
Got my forehead
Celery and blue cheese on my next

Southern Fry won't allow my to lie still
Tied goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with obstables
But, only to make worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp Jackie
From Optima staffing figure
Shut up don't talk to me
Like that looking of course
Living day by day and you ain't
Trick hell you

It's such a blessing when my
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 went
I the shit because
If I hada and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the nigga that I am today
that I did
Different thangs I was
Just ended up being for my soul

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

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

They know they making it on the yard
Fuck Darden, fuck 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 Lenox from the
With a stare no money to go
Tameka and Tiffany tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my
As I speak wuz up from the driver

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

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

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