Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

Yeah, or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't
no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good p**** put a hump in my 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 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 Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood,
That means I'm hood rich, telling you
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 fingers to 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

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, to our people
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, they vision
Not a good look, ya my n****, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, of a**** to kick, wish 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*** that 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 ain't 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, w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims out
4:20 mean you either up or roll out

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

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

The rap game like 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 might be

Quick to rob a jack, so icey, stay dressed to kill
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

break 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 y'all don't want no, parts, in that

Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** shoot and tell
We'd rather do the time and rot in the

Roll that

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

Verrazano, no relation 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 come out tomorrow

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

When ya getting out of line, have choppers lit up
You need 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**** smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you out
No doubt, up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either up or roll out