Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll, roll, that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light 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
Good put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

Hah, my sex h*** season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all get no dough
I a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out
Put on these n*****, then put the roach out

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

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

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our
Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s***
Hard to hold on, but on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
With 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, they vision
Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical
Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger

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

RZA, we it again, Co-D occasion
Here's to short and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be

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

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

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

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

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

B****** break the bone, the joint, call you out your name
ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, on your fame, you overlooking 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 do the time and rot in the cell

Roll s***

The inner outer state, bi-coastal
Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of
Black jeans, Timbs, black Benz roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I up

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

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

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

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