Luyện nghe bài hát Cookout

Wiz
A nice of applause
Ladies and gentleman, I'd to shout out Taylor Gang
And out my car keys, haha it's big business bitch.

Woods:
I'm chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit.. Eastwood
Tell a friend, a friend.. its a Cookout
We gon' drink, we smoke we gon' turn this bitch out.

Chevy
Roll another
Only papers baby fill it with oh-wee
Let a G roll the OG roll one for OG
that's the homie
Zig zags no leaf
Acting like you the Wizzle man, that's my homie
If gin nigga, pour me
sippin' slow she go down slow like a leak
cop the car the dealer
pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac
King kong young gorillia, my cup overfloweth, i'm a spiller
All day Mr. Count It Up, I lost count I don't ever its enough
I get it 100 after 100 so everything you did that money I done done it. Gone.

Chevy
I'm chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit.. Clint
a friend, bring a friend.. its a Cookout
We drink, we gon' smoke we gon' turn this bitch out.

Chevy
Drop top.. leather
deck playing, she a freak
It aint about money, it my language
Don't know my name in of Rick James Bitch
You know that I'm a Dog
So to the Cartoon George "which way'd he go?"
Shit, nigga I done blew 80 O's, 80s O's, then 80 Mo
In my lifetime, No Jay Z
Just Oz's, roll something.. weed.
liquor, double cups
No lean in it.. is up?
I her "bitch I be airborne"
Then in a in my lap where her hair goin'
She Keep it G, she a nigga
I her chill, I'm fucking witcha

Chevy
I'm chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
Like a G
On my fly oldschool shit.. Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend.. its a
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke.. we gon this bitch out.
I'mma roll one up, and you
We gon' smoke old school joints, eastwood
I'mma one up, and you should
We gon' smoke old joints, clint eastwood

Wiz
Just the time machine bitch
you can write a movie off the shit I done
rolling Khalifa papers up with all kinds of green
Smoking when I'm rapping don't get no time between
I came up in the game, it took time you see
I'll show you how to get your up and get high as me
Talked to my Dad the other day he proud of me
My girl says she found 30 racks when she my jeans
I her blow it, like her nose was running
What you hating me for fam get some or something
Niggas know me for twisting a key
Fuck I might charge you a O or something
I'm a let you it and you owe us nothing
its the shit I be so be carefull how you roll it when you cuffin
Got a projecter in the like nino
Niggas aint gotta talk it, we know.
Gang we are heros. Motherf**ker

Chevy
I'm just chilling, loking, sipping,
Like a G
On my fly oldschool shit.. Clint
a friend, bring a friend.. its a Cookout
We drink, we gon' smoke.. we gon turn this bitch out.
I'm gon roll one up, and you
We gon' smoke old school joints, clint
I'm gon one up, and you should
We smoke old school joints, clint eastwood