Luyện nghe bài hát The Cook Out

dom pachino, (killa sin)

The cook out, yo, invited
Only the righteous
(only the righteousness, the bowl kid)
The God (nothing but righteousness)
The (and uplefted)
Yo, it (word up, kid, for real)
(it's a family thing, this shit)

[dom
It's the big day, rally with
Cars parked up in the
In the with the suspenses
Got to make a few get some shit from the pit stop
with the God ree he's on the block
We did our bid on the sixth building
shit at rec time to keep our mind's filled in
Spoke to killa sin on the bowl
Wanted me to scoop him quick, before we zoned
Hit medina, my spot's blown
in your galaxy, the gods is known
From war poems to shattering bones and domes
Zone off, blow your clone off, and the crowd home
To the cook out, phonebook out
On the look out for the girl
With a cookie out, killa up
I-95, he knew the
a buck, in a war truck
The God rolling up as
New l.p. the rear view
Slowly the gate
the God degree
To see my fam as one, it makes me happy

beretta 9 (2x)

Events like this my family tight
Despite the mics, minds think alike
We ayalite, be a life, so, we see the lights
from the book of life, the book of life

Aiyyo, to be exact, the God dead, a monk
Nice and hot, ass on the block
That's what we out
Coming through some phat shit to smoke out
On our way to the big day, our whole family's at
From the grandmas to the stars
and having a fantastic time
Hanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my
with the gods niece that I knew
Back from knowledge culture
3-g, sitting back with me
Gradually, analyzing the over the family
And the seeds up tremendously
Fast right your eyes
Next you know they on size

sin]
All my life a for this, a day of pure bliss
Celebrate it a kiss, twist a daq' a reminise
Way back, to the days, rocking prokays
was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to love her common
Not enough to understand the between woman and a man
When I hunger, I guess because I was younger then
the fact I wasn't packing no meat
A fat kid, hungry for some action daily
So I played laser tag with real
Suicide perhaps a by the black fence
Intense, my flashed a dipped in '96
Yo, I'm on now, of the dark', underground hit
Plus some shit, regardless, I it that way
from the earth like a garden
Sarving no this kid is famished
Awaiting for the day that me
The festival of the and the planets, we planning understanding
God damn, it feels to have a natural meal that's untampered with
in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef
Pants sagging off his ass, children running wild in the grass
Singer foul, form a line for fool,
down for there's a jewel in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

Outro: 9

Kid, up