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, celebrate shit)

pachino]
It's the big day, with gods
Cars up in the driveway
In the with the suspenses
Got to make a few stops get shit from the pit stop
Build the God ree he's on the block
We did our bid on the sixth building
Smoked shit at rec time to our mind's filled in
Spoke to sin on the bowl phone
Wanted me to him right quick, before we zoned
Hit medina, my spot's blown
Killarmy in galaxy, the gods is known
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 look out for the scout
With a cookie out, killa up
I-95, he the route
a buck, in a war truck
The God rolling up as
New l.p. shaking the view
Slowly approaching the
the God degree
To see my fam together as one, it me happy

Chorus: 9 (2x)

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

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

[killa
All my a waited for this, a day of pure bliss
Celebrate it with a kiss, twist a a reminise
Way back, to the broke days, prokays
That was okay, but not good for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to love her common
Not enough to understand the bond between and a man
When I hunger, I guess I was younger back then
Plus the I wasn't packing no meat
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 shit, regardless, I made it that way
Growing from the earth like a
no more this kid is famished
Awaiting for the day that me
The festival of the gods and the planets, we planning
God damn, it feels to have a natural meal that's untampered with
Landing in the wheelchair, poppa tracks about chef
Pants sagging off his ass, little children 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