Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

My old boy the point
But I'm Southwest and every
Now and then I get put to the
But I be stopped
Cause I 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
Drinking a cup of punch,
Every last Thursday of the

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

Southern Fry won't allow my to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer
Me with obstables
But, only to make matters
Plus I'm pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing laughing
Shut up clown talk to me
Like looking stupid of course
day by day and you ain't hard
Trick you say?

such 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
What never forget everythang I went through
I the shit because
If I went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong that I am today
Everythang I did
Different I was told
Just ended up being for my soul

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

morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita
Ole' working the stove ride
Churches chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a time
Yeah beef is but
pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come sex
A house full of hoes now what's the
Spaghetty her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the
Fuck Darden, fuck Marcia Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my
at Lenox from the outside
With a stare no money to go
and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats my jeep
As I wuz up from the driver seat

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

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

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