Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

Yeah, or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, ain't feeling
N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder go though
Good p**** put a hump in my back 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 on these n*****, then put the roach out

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

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

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our
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 terrorist shook, because I'm so

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

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

RZA, we done it again, occasion
to short skirts 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 good to be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that s***

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

Verrazano, with no to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I
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 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, bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me

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