Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

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

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

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

Real s***, money come first, and even
You need all toes 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 my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it there, hating who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, apart instrumentals
it, y'all n***** 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, like it ain't to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too to be forgotten

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

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

The rap game like me
You can that a n**** is shiesty
If I die, my second be like me, slide d*** to your wifey
Never know your boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, so icey, stay dressed to kill
the Hill, never ran, never will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you 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 dame
Go public, then, s*** on fame, you overlooking the fact
you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that

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

Roll that

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

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

Shine, shine, shine and grind, it's money on my mind
And I'm like 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 me mister

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