Luyện nghe bài hát The Cook Out

dom pachino, (killa sin)

The cook out, yo, everybody's
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)

pachino]
It's the big day, rally with
Cars up in the driveway
In the trenches with the
Got to make a few stops get some shit from the pit
Build with the God ree he's on the
We did our bid together on the sixth
Smoked shit at rec time to keep our mind's in
Spoke to killa sin on the phone
Wanted me to scoop him right quick, we zoned
Hit medina, my spot's blown
Killarmy in your galaxy, the gods is
war poems to shattering bones and star domes
Zone off, your clone off, and take the crowd home
To the cook out, digital out
On the look out for the scout
With a cookie out, snatch up
I-95, he the route
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 together as one, it me happy

Chorus: 9 (2x)

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

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

[killa
All my life a waited for this, a day of pure
Celebrate it with a kiss, twist a a reminise
Way back, to the days, rocking prokays
That was okay, but not good for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to love her common
Not enough to the bond between woman and a man
When I hunger, I because I was younger back then
Plus the fact I wasn't packing no
A litte fat kid, for some action daily
So I played laser tag real gats
Suicide perhaps a skully by the black
Intense, my mind a dipped in '96
Yo, I'm on now, soldiers of the dark', hit
Plus some shit, regardless, I made it way
Growing from the earth a garden
Sarving no more kid is famished
Awaiting for the day me established
The festival of the gods and the planets, we planning
God damn, it feels good to have a meal that's untampered with
Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks chef
Pants sagging off his ass, children running wild in the grass
foul, form a line for this fool,
Settle for there's a jewel in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

beretta 9

Kid, up