Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Food (Remix)

My old boy from the
But I'm from and every
Now and then I get put to the
But I be stopped
Cause I gotta come 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 chicken, rice and gravy
Not in too much
Drinking a cup of punch,
last Thursday of the month

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

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie
Tied face surround me like cancer drill
Me with obstables
But, only to make worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this lady Jackie
From staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown talk to me
Like that stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't
Trick you say?

It's a blessing when my eyes
Get to see the sun
I'm ready to begin, another chance to get further from where I've been
I'll never forget everythang I went through
I the shit because
If I hada and took the easy way
I be the strong nigga that I am today
that I did
Different thangs I was
Just ended up being for my soul

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

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

They know they making it on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck 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 outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my
As I speak wuz up from the seat

A heaping helping of chicken
Macaroni and 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 that I got why not be
Fast got me feeling sick
Them crackers think slick
By trying to make this bullshit
I thank the Lord that my voice was

(Come an get your food, well, well)
Hold up C it's I write
And Miss acting like we in jail
she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit door
With a mind full of
It was a at tha beautiful
Jj's was packed too
to be one of dem days
When Momma ain't
Everybody's out with 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 soul food