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 slow mo, oh no, done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, ain't feeling
N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go
p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

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

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

s***, money come first, and even worse
You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth,
So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just 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 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*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty
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 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 out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear instrumentals
Fuck it, n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D
Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay,
Let's get it popping, like it nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be

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

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

Roll that s***, that s***, smoke 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 your
Never know your boy just might be

to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
From the Hill, 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, on your dame
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the
you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that

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

Roll that

The inner outer state, smoker
Inhale, Cali piff with a 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 some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
I'm still alive and still the come out tomorrow

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

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

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