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

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a
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*** season vet, hold the
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 hands on n*****, then put the roach out

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

Real s***, money come first, and even
You all your 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, n**** getting out
No seeds, California have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which s***** out
4:20 you either roll 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*****
Hard to hold on, but on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe, got terrorist shook, I'm so bomb

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

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

RZA, we done it again, 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 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, up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California have you choked out
No doubt, up, which rims s***** out
4:20 you either roll up or roll out

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

The rap won't like me
You can tell that a n**** is
If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your
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, fuck you still, I see you missing the
is not a rap song, you get clapped on

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

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

Roll that

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

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

ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
You won't a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me

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