Luyện nghe bài hát The Cook Out

dom pachino, (killa sin)

The cook out, yo, everybody's
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, rally with
Cars parked up in the
In the trenches the suspenses
Got to make a few stops get some shit the pit stop
Build the God ree he's 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 downtown medina, my blown
in your galaxy, the gods is known
From war to shattering bones and star domes
Zone off, blow your off, and take the crowd home
To the out, digital phonebook out
On the look out for the scout
With a cookie out, snatch 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 as one, it makes me happy

beretta 9 (2x)

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

Aiyyo, to be exact, it's the God dead, a
and hot, fastest ass on the block
That's what we out
Coming through with some 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
out, cooking out, smoking out of my dome
Peace with the niece that I knew
Back from culture knowledge
3-g, sitting back with me
Gradually, analyzing the sunshine the family
And the seeds up tremendously
Fast right before your
Next thing you know on size

[killa
All my life a 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 enough for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to her like common
Not enough to understand the bond between and a man
When I hunger, I guess because I was back then
the fact 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 fence
Intense, my flashed a dipped in '96
Yo, I'm on now, of the dark', underground hit
some shit, regardless, I made it that way
Growing from the earth like a
Sarving no more kid is famished
Awaiting for the day that me
The festival of the gods and the planets, we understanding
God damn, it good to have a natural meal that's untampered with
Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks chef
Pants off his ass, little children running wild in the grass
Singer foul, form a for this fool,
Settle down for a jewel in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

Outro: 9

Kid, up