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 family thing, celebrate shit)

[dom
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 with the God ree on the block
We did our bid together on the building
Smoked shit at rec time to keep our mind's 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 your galaxy, the gods is
From war poems to shattering bones and star
off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd home
To the cook out, phonebook out
On the look out for the scout
a cookie out, snatch killa up
I-95, he the route
a buck, in a war truck
The God up as usual
New l.p. the rear view
approaching the gate
Smelling the God
To see my fam as one, it makes me happy

Chorus: 9 (2x)

Events like this keep my family
Despite the mics, great think alike
We ayalite, be a life, so, we could see the
from the book 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
Coming through some phat shit to smoke out
On our way to the big day, where our whole at
the grandmas down to the stars
Parlaying and a fantastic time
Hanging out, cooking out, out of my dome
Peace with the gods niece I knew
from knowledge culture knowledge
Apartment 3-g, back with me
Gradually, analyzing the 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 a kiss, twist a daq' a reminise
Way back, to the broke days, rocking
That was okay, but not good enough for mrs.
Damn, I to love her like common
Not enough to the bond between woman and a man
I hunger, I guess because I was younger back then
Plus the I wasn't packing no meat
A litte fat kid, hungry for some daily
So I played tag with real gats
Suicide perhaps a skully by the black
Intense, my mind a dipped in '96
Yo, I'm on now, of the dark', underground hit
Plus some shit, regardless, I made it way
Growing the earth like a garden
Sarving no more kid is famished
Awaiting for the day me established
The festival of the and the planets, we planning understanding
God damn, it good to have a natural meal that's untampered with
Landing in the wheelchair, poppa tracks about chef
Pants sagging off his ass, little 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