Luyện nghe bài hát The Cook Out

dom pachino, (killa sin)

The out, yo, everybody's 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
parked up in the driveway
In the trenches with the
Got to make a few stops get some from the pit stop
Build with the God ree he's on the
We did our bid together on the building
Smoked shit at rec time to our mind's filled in
Spoke to sin on the bowl phone
Wanted me to scoop him right quick, we zoned
Hit downtown medina, my spot's
Killarmy in your galaxy, the is known
From war poems to shattering bones and star
Zone off, blow your clone off, and the crowd home
To the cook out, phonebook out
On the out for the girl scout
a cookie out, snatch killa up
I-95, he knew the
Unified a buck, in a war
The God up as usual
New l.p. shaking the view
Slowly approaching the
the God degree
To see my fam together as one, it me happy

beretta 9 (2x)

Events like keep my family tight
Despite the mics, great 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
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
the grandmas down to the stars
Parlaying and a fantastic time
Hanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my
Peace with the gods that I knew
Back from knowledge knowledge
Apartment 3-g, sitting with me
Gradually, analyzing the sunshine over the
And the seeds growing up
Fast right your eyes
Next thing you they on size

[killa
All my life a for this, a day of pure bliss
Celebrate it with a kiss, twist a daq' a
Way back, to the broke days, rocking
That was okay, but not good for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to love her like
Not enough to the bond between woman and a man
I hunger, I guess because I was younger back then
Plus the fact I wasn't no meat
A litte fat kid, hungry for action daily
So I played tag with real gats
Suicide a skully by the black fence
Intense, my mind flashed a in '96
Yo, I'm on now, of the dark', underground hit
some shit, regardless, I made it that way
Growing from the earth a garden
Sarving no more kid is famished
for the day that me established
The festival of the gods and the planets, we understanding
God damn, it feels good to have a natural that's untampered with
Landing in the wheelchair, lamping tracks about chef
sagging off his ass, little children running wild in the grass
Singer foul, form a for this fool,
Settle down for there's a in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

Outro: 9

Kid, up