Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

Yeah, or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all feeling
N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder go though
Good put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

Hah, my sex h*** season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on 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 you would, ask if it's good
Man, this Tarzan in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****
That means I'm hood rich, you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on bulls***

Real s***, come first, and even worse
You need all your toes and fingers to up what I'm worth, t****
So when I blow a 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, w*** 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 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 d*****
Hard to on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe, got terrorist shook, 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 good look, told ya my n****, deliver
Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, I had a bigger foot

Yeah, taking it there, hating who
stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
To get you, as I my pencils, tear apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the 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 good to be

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

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 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 born'll be like me, slide d*** to wifey
know your baby boy just might be

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

B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your
ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the
Where you from, is where we at and y'all want no, parts, in that that

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

Roll that

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

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

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

When ya getting out of line, have choppers lit up
You need a camera 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