Luyện nghe bài hát The Cook Out

dom pachino, (killa sin)

The cook out, yo, invited
Only the shit
(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
the big day, rally with gods
parked up in the driveway
In the with the suspenses
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 on the sixth building
Smoked shit at rec time to our mind's filled in
Spoke to killa sin on the bowl
Wanted me to him right quick, before we zoned
Hit downtown medina, my spot's
Killarmy in your galaxy, the gods is
From war poems to shattering and star domes
off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd home
To the out, digital phonebook out
On the out for the girl scout
With a out, snatch killa up
I-95, he the route
Unified a buck, in a war
The God rolling up as
New l.p. shaking the view
Slowly the gate
Smelling the God
To see my fam together as one, it me happy

beretta 9 (2x)

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

Aiyyo, to be exact, the God dead, a monk
Nice and hot, ass on the block
what we peeped out
Coming through with phat shit to smoke out
On our way to the big day, where our family's at
From the down to the stars
Parlaying and a fantastic time
Hanging out, out, smoking out of my dome
with the gods niece that I knew
Back knowledge culture knowledge
Apartment 3-g, back with me
Gradually, analyzing the sunshine over the
And the growing up tremendously
right before your eyes
Next you know they on size

sin]
All my a waited for this, a day of pure bliss
Celebrate it with a kiss, a daq' a reminise
Way back, to the broke days, prokays
was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokay
Damn, I to love her like common
Not enough to understand the between woman and a man
When I hunger, I guess because I was back then
Plus the fact I packing no meat
A fat kid, hungry for some action daily
So I laser tag with real gats
Suicide perhaps a by the black fence
Intense, my mind a dipped in '96
Yo, I'm on now, soldiers of the dark', hit
some shit, regardless, I made it that way
Growing from the earth a garden
Sarving no this 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, poppa tracks about chef
Pants off his ass, little children running wild in the grass
Singer foul, form a line for fool,
Settle down for there's a in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

beretta 9

Kid, up