Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Roll that s***, that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light s***, smoke it
Roll, roll, roll that s***, light s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, that s***, smoke it

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done a killing
Call the po-po, oh is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good p**** put a hump in my like Quasimoto

Hah, my sex ain't season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, me as I get s**** out
Put hands on these n*****, then put the out

Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's
Man, this Tarzan in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****
means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that

Real s***, money come first, and worse
You need all your toes and fingers to up what I'm worth, t****
So I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
D****, you crowding my space, Mr. Meth, pa

It's 4:20, up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which s***** out
4:20 you either roll up or roll out

Roll that s***, that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, it

So on and so on, I on, power to our people
Get s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, like I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe, got shook, because I'm so bomb

The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the
With that cook book, the I'm giving, birds they vision
Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical
Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, I had a bigger foot

Yeah, taking it there, hating who
Y'all out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart
Fuck it, y'all is p****, so is the d*** that sent you

RZA, we done it again, occasion
Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay,
get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too to be forgotten

It's 4:20, roll up, getting smoked out
No seeds, w*** have you choked out
No doubt, up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or out

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you out
No doubt, roll up, which s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or out

Roll that s***, light s***, smoke it

The rap won't like me
You can tell a n**** is shiesty
If I die, my second be like me, slide d*** to your wifey
Never know baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the
is not a rap song, you get clapped on

B****** break the bone, the joint, call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, spit on your
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you the fact
Where you from, is we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that

Caught your verse for sale, but n***** don't shoot and tell
rather do the time and rot in the cell

Roll s***

The inner outer state, smoker
Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of
Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz
rise, out the sun roof when I roll up

Verrazano, with no to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, cop a bottle
And some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
I'm still and still the sun'll come out tomorrow

Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my
And I'm like my life is on the line
For the bulls***, I got no time, a full clip
Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my

When ya out of line, have them choppers lit up
You won't a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can me mister

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting out
No seeds, California w*** you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims out
4:20 you either roll up or roll out