Luyện nghe bài hát Cookout

[Wiz Khalifa -
And a round of applause
Ladies and
I'd like to out Taylor Gang
And out my car keys
big business bitch.

[Chevy - Chorus]
I'm chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking
a G Should
On my fly old school Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, a friend, its a Cookout
We gon' drink, we gon'
We turn this bitch out

Woods - Verse 1]
Roll doobie
Only papers, fill it with that ooh-wee
Let a G the OG, than roll one for OG
Yeah the homie
Zig zags no leaf
Acting you know the Wizzle man, that's my homie
If thats gin nigga, me
Sippin' slow, she go down slow a slow leaf
Cop the car from the
pulled off thumbs up to the homie Mac
King kong young gorillia, my cup overflow im a rhyme spilla
All day Mr. Count It Up, I lost count I don't think its enough
I get it 100 100 so everything you did with that money I done done it
Gone!

Woods - Chorus]
I'm chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking
a G Should
On my fly shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a
We gon' drink, we gon'
We gon' this bitch out

[Chevy - Verse 2]
top, leather seats
Tape playing, she a freak
It aint about money, it aint my
Don't know my name in memory of Rick Bitch!
You that I'm a Taylor tho?
So to the cops George "which way'd he go?"
Shit, I did blew 80 O's, the 80 O's the 80 mo'
In my lifetime, No Jay Z
Oz's, roll something, smoke weed.
Drink liquor, cups
No lean in it, us up.
I her "bitch, I be airborne"
Then in a minute in my lap her hair gone
She Keep it G, she a n-gga
I her chill, I'm f-cking witcha

[Chevy - Chorus]
I'm chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking
a G Should
On my fly oldschool Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a
We gon' drink, we smoke
We gon' turn this out

I'ma roll one up, and you
We gon' smoke old school joints: Eastwood
I'm gon one up, and you should
We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint

[Wiz - Verse 3]
Uh, board the time machine bitch
You can write a movie off the I done seen
them Khalifa papers up with all kinds of green
Smoking I'm rapping n-gga, don't get no time between
Yeah I came up in the game, it took you see
I'll you how to get your money up and get high as me
Talk to my Dad the other day said he of me
My girl says she found 30 racks when she my jeans
I told her blow it, like her was running
What you hatin' me for fam, get some hoes or
N-ggas me for twisting a whole key
around I might toss you a O or something
I'm a let you hold it and you owe us
its the shit I be smoking so be carefull how you it when you puffin'
Got a projecter in the crib like
N-ggas gotta talk about it, we know.

[Chevy - Chorus]
I'm chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking
a G Should
On my fly shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a
We gon' drink, we gon'
We gon' turn bitch out

I'ma roll one up, and you
We gon' old school joints: Clint Eastwood
I'm gon roll one up, and you
We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint