Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

My old boy the point
But I'm Southwest 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 come for no beef I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, and gravy
Not in too much
Drinking a cup of punch,
Every last of the month

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 morning
Headed back to tha
Now I'm as tick
Got soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my
I stopped learning yet
Hot from Mo-Joes
Got my forehead
Celery and blue cheese on my next

Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like drill
Me second-hand obstables
But, only to make worse
Plus I'm getting by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure
up clown don't talk to me
Like looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you hard
Trick 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 I've
What I'll never forget everythang I went
I appreciate the shit
If I hada went and took the 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 where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita
Ole' burd the stove ride
Churches chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good
beef is cheaper but
It's pumped "red dye" between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy
Wish I cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now the ingredient
plus her monthly flow

They know they making it on the yard
Chris 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
With a no money to go inside
and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the seat

A heaping helping of fried
and cheese 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
Fast food got me sick
crackers think they slick
By trying to this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was

(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 puppis to sell
Bankhead making me hit that door
With a mind full of
It was a line at tha
Jj's was packed too
to be one of dem days
When Momma ain't
Everybody's out hunting tha family
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 some soul