Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

Yeah, fast or 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, they go though
Good p**** put a hump in my like Quasimoto

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

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

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

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting out
No seeds, California w*** have you 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 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 s***
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's I'm Pretty Toney
that 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, told ya my n****, Tical
Hook or crook, of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

Yeah, it there, hating who care
stay 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, Co-D
Here's to short skirts and Ol' McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it nothing to get it popping
The big and the city, too good to be forgotten

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 mean you either up or roll out

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

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

The rap game won't me
You can tell that a is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to wifey
Never know 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, you still, I see you missing the point
is not a rap song, you get clapped on

B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out 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

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

Roll s***

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 I roll up

Verrazano, with no relation to
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a
And pour some out, of silence, then I swallow
I'm alive and still the sun'll 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 what's on my

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

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