Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Roll s***, light 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 mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
N***** no more, the bigger are, harder they go though
Good p**** put a in my back 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, excuse me as I get out
Put hands on these n*****, put the roach out

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

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

4:20, roll up, n**** getting 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
Roll s***, light that 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 that robe, got 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, of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

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

RZA, we done it again, Co-D
to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't to get it popping
The big and the city, too good to be forgotten

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

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

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

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

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

B****** the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, on your dame
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the
Where you from, is where we at and don't want no, parts, in that that

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

that s***

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

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

Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my
And I'm moving like my life is on the
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 to get the picture
Chalk down, around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can me mister

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