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, this shit)

[dom
It's the big day, with gods
parked up in the driveway
In the trenches the suspenses
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 at rec time to keep our mind's filled in
to killa sin on the bowl phone
Wanted me to scoop him quick, before we zoned
Hit downtown medina, my blown
Killarmy in your galaxy, the is known
From war poems to shattering bones and domes
Zone off, your clone off, and take the crowd home
To the cook out, digital out
On the look out for the girl
With a out, snatch killa up
I-95, he knew the
Unified a buck, in a war
The God up as usual
New l.p. the rear view
Slowly approaching the
the God degree
To see my fam as one, it makes me happy

Chorus: 9 (2x)

Events like this keep my family
Despite the mics, minds 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
Nice and hot, 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 family's at
From the down to the stars
Parlaying and a fantastic time
Hanging out, out, smoking out of my dome
with the gods niece that I knew
Back from knowledge knowledge
Apartment 3-g, sitting with me
Gradually, the sunshine over the family
And the growing up tremendously
Fast before your eyes
Next thing you know on size

sin]
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 for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to love her like
Not to understand the bond between woman 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, hungry for action daily
So I played laser tag real gats
Suicide a skully by the black fence
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 from the earth like a
Sarving no this kid is famished
Awaiting for the day that me
The festival of the gods and the planets, we planning
God damn, it feels good to have a natural meal that's untampered
Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa about chef
Pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild in the
Singer foul, form a for this fool,
Settle for there's a jewel in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

beretta 9

Kid, up