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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, to our people
Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s***
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's I'm Pretty Toney
that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rap game like me
You can tell that a n**** is
If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to wifey
Never know baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to
From the Hill, never ran, will
Attitude, like, you still, I see you missing the point
This is not a rap song, you get 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 where we at and y'all don't no, parts, in that that

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

Roll that

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

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

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

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

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