Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

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

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, 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 s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****
means I'm hood 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 your and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****
So when I blow a smoke cloud in face, just take a hint
D****, you my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

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

Roll that s***, that s***, smoke 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, s*** d*****
to hold on, but hold 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, lots of a**** to kick, I had a bigger foot

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

RZA, we it again, Co-D occasion
Here's to short skirts and Ol' McGirt, okay, then
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, n**** smoked out
No seeds, California have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which s***** out
4:20 mean you either up or roll out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roll s***

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

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

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

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

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