Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

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

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, the adobo
Got on that 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 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 hood rich, telling you
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Lynch I'm on that bulls***

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

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

Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, 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, that d*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty
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 they
Not a good look, ya my n****, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger

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, apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** sent you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D
Here's to short skirts and Ol' 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, getting smoked out
No seeds, w*** have you choked out
No doubt, up, which rims s***** out
mean you either roll up or roll out

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

that s***, light that s***, smoke 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 baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to
From the Hill, ran, never will
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, you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, spit on your
Go public, then, s*** on fame, you overlooking the fact
Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that

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

Roll that

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

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

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

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

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