Luyện nghe bài hát Cookout

[Wiz - Intro]
And a round of applause
and gentleman
I'd to shout out Taylor Gang
And out my car keys
It's big bitch.

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

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

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

[Chevy - Verse 2]
top, leather seats
Tape playing, she a freak
It aint about money, it aint my
know my name in memory of Rick James Bitch!
You know that I'm a Taylor
So to the Cartoon 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
Just Oz's, roll something, weed.
Drink liquor, cups
No in it, f-ck us up.
I her "bitch, I be airborne"
Then in a minute in my lap her hair gone
She Keep it G, she love a
I tell her chill, I'm witcha

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

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

[Wiz - Verse 3]
Uh, board the time machine bitch
You can write a movie off the shit I seen
Rolling them Khalifa papers up with all kinds of
Smoking while I'm n-gga, don't get no time between
Yeah I up in the game, it took time you see
I'll show you how to get 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 it, like her nose was running
you hatin' me for fam, get some hoes or something
N-ggas me for twisting a whole key
around I might toss you a O or something
I'm a let you it and you owe us nothing
its the shit I be smoking so be how you roll it when you puffin'
Got a projecter in the crib nino
N-ggas gotta talk about it, we know.

[Chevy - Chorus]
I'm just chilling, loc'ing, sipping,
Like a G
On my fly shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, a friend, its a Cookout
We gon' drink, we smoke
We gon' turn this 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: Eastwood