Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll s***, light 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
the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder go though
Good p**** put a in my back like Quasimoto

Hah, my sex ain't h*** vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, me as I get s**** out
Put on these n*****, then put the roach out

Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's
Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood,
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 first, and even worse
You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth,
So when I blow a smoke in your face, just take a hint
D****, you my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, to our people
Get your on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's 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 look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

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

RZA, we done it again, Co-D
Here's to short and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, it ain't nothing 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 have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which s***** out
mean you either roll up or roll out

It's 4:20, roll up, getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you 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 game like me
You can tell that a n**** is
If I die, my second born'll be like me, d*** to your wifey
Never know your baby boy just be

to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you 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, spit on dame
Go public, then, on your fame, you overlooking the fact
Where you from, is where we at and y'all want no, parts, in that that

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

Roll s***

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

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

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

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

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