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 come true go no gun
But I got my
Didn't come for no beef I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, and gravy
Not in too much
a cup of punch, tropical
Every Thursday of the month

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

Southern Fry won't allow my to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like drill
Me with second-hand
But, only to make worse
Plus I'm pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure
Shut up clown don't to me
Like that looking stupid of
Living day by day and you hard
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 from where I've been
What I'll never forget I went through
I the shit because
If I hada went and took the way
I be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang I did
thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my

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

Sunday morning where you at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita
Ole' burd working the stove
Churches dropping chicken in grease
Didn't go with this quart of Mickey's
Last night over from a good time
Yeah is cheaper but
It's pumped with "red dye" two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy
I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the
plus her monthly flow

They know making it hard 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 the outside
a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany tripping
And skipping rope to the beats my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver

A heaping helping of chicken
Macaroni and cheese and greens
Too big for my
Smoke steams from under the lid on the pot
never had allot but thankful for
The little I got why not be
Fast got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they
By trying to make this affordable
I thank the Lord my voice was recordable

(Come an get soul food, well, well)
Hold up C it's what I
And Miss Lady acting we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush to sell
Bankhead making me hit that door
With a full of attitude
It was a at tha beautiful
Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem
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 soul food, all
Everythang is for
As as it can be
Come and get soul food