Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

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

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, can't 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 good
Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my is hood, b****
That means I'm rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***

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

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting 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 that s***, that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light 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 s***
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 service I'm giving, they vision
Not a look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver
or crook, lots 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, tear apart
Fuck it, n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D
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 to be forgotten

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roll that

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

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

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

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

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