Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Roll that s***, light that s***, it
Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll, roll, roll that s***, 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, 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 carb diet, can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get out
Put hands on n*****, then put the roach out

Go head, I'm you would, ask if it's good
Man, this Tarzan in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****
means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on 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 a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
D****, you my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

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

Roll that s***, light that s***, it
Roll s***, light 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, s*** d*****
Hard to on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
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 service I'm giving, birds vision
Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical
Hook or crook, lots of to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

Yeah, taking it there, who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas in here
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, occasion
Here's to short and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be

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

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 you either roll up or roll out

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

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

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, 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

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

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

Roll s***

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

Verrazano, with no relation to
Carlo, are hollow, still cop a bottle
And pour some out, of silence, then I swallow
I'm still alive and still the 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 really got no time, a full
Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my

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

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