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 thing, celebrate this shit)

pachino]
It's the big day, rally with
Cars parked up in the
In the with the suspenses
Got to make a few stops get some shit from the pit
with the God ree he's on the block
We did our bid together on the sixth
shit at rec time to keep our mind's filled in
Spoke to killa sin on the phone
Wanted me to him right quick, before we zoned
Hit downtown medina, my spot's
Killarmy in galaxy, the gods is known
From war to shattering bones and star domes
Zone off, blow your clone off, and take the home
To the cook out, phonebook out
On the out for the girl scout
With a cookie out, snatch up
I-95, he the route
a buck, in a war truck
The God up as usual
New l.p. the rear view
Slowly approaching the
Smelling the God
To see my fam as one, it makes me happy

Chorus: 9 (2x)

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

Aiyyo, to be exact, it's the God dead, a
and hot, fastest ass on the block
That's we peeped out
Coming through some phat shit to smoke out
On our way to the big day, where our family's at
From the down to the stars
Parlaying and having a time
Hanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my
Peace with the gods that I knew
Back from knowledge knowledge
3-g, sitting back with me
Gradually, analyzing the over the family
And the growing up tremendously
Fast right your eyes
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, rocking
That was okay, but not good for mrs. fokay
Damn, I used to love her common
Not enough to 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 perhaps a skully by the black
Intense, my flashed 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 this kid is
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 meal that's untampered
Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa about chef
Pants sagging off his ass, children running wild in the grass
foul, form a line for this fool,
Settle for there's a jewel in the stash

(chorus: 2x)

Outro: 9

Kid, up