Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday morning you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Drive
Ole' working the stove ride
Churches dropping in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this of Mickey's
Last night hanging from a good time
beef is cheaper but
It's pumped with "red dye" two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come sex
A house full of hoes now the ingredient
plus her monthly flow

They know they 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 getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the
With a no money to go inside
and Tiffany outside tripping
And rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried
Macaroni and and collard greens
Too big for my
steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't had allot but thankful for
The little I got why not be
food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think slick
By trying to make this 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 me hit that door
With a full of attitude
It was a at tha beautiful
Jj's Ribshack was too
to be one of dem days
When Momma ain't
Everybody's out hunting tha family
Looking for a little soul

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