Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Roll that s***, that s***, smoke it
Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll, roll, that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll s***, light that s***, smoke 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 they are, harder they go though
p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

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

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

Real s***, money first, and even worse
You need all your toes and fingers to up what I'm worth, t****
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, n**** getting out
No seeds, California w*** have you out
No doubt, roll up, rims s***** out
mean you either roll up or roll out

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

So on and so on, I on, power to our people
Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s***
Hard to on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb

The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the
With cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
Not a look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, lots of 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 sharpen my pencils, tear apart
it, y'all 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, 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**** getting out
No seeds, w*** 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, n**** smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you out
No doubt, up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or out

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

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

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

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

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

Roll that

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

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

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

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

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