Luyện nghe bài hát The Cook Out

dom pachino, (killa sin)

The cook out, yo, invited
the righteous 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 thing, celebrate this shit)

[dom
It's the big day, with gods
Cars parked up in the
In the trenches with the
Got to make a few stops get some shit from the pit
Build with the God ree on the block
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 phone
me to scoop him right quick, before we zoned
Hit downtown medina, my blown
Killarmy in your galaxy, the is known
war poems to shattering bones and star domes
Zone off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd
To the out, digital phonebook out
On the out for the girl scout
a cookie out, snatch killa up
I-95, he the route
Unified a buck, in a war
The God rolling up as
New l.p. the rear view
Slowly approaching the
Smelling the God
To see my fam together as one, it me happy

beretta 9 (2x)

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

Aiyyo, to be exact, it's the God dead, a
and hot, fastest ass on the block
That's what we out
through with some phat shit to smoke out
On our way to the big day, where our family's at
From the down to the stars
and having a fantastic time
Hanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my
Peace with the gods niece that I
from knowledge culture knowledge
Apartment 3-g, sitting back me
Gradually, the sunshine over the family
And the seeds growing up
right before your eyes
Next thing you know they on

[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 broke days, rocking
That was okay, but not enough for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to her like common
Not enough to understand the bond woman and a man
When I hunger, I guess because I was younger then
Plus the fact I wasn't packing no
A litte fat kid, for some action daily
So I played laser tag with gats
Suicide perhaps a by the black fence
Intense, my mind flashed a in '96
Yo, I'm on now, of the dark', underground hit
Plus shit, regardless, I made it that way
Growing from the like a garden
no more this kid is famished
Awaiting for the day me established
The festival of the and the planets, we planning understanding
God damn, it feels good to have a natural meal that's untampered
Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa about chef
Pants off his ass, little children running wild in the grass
Singer foul, a line for this fool,
Settle down for a jewel in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

Outro: 9

Kid, up