Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

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

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the
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 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 like Merrill Lynch I'm on 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 a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
D****, you crowding my space, Mr. Meth, pa

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our
Get your on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty
With that robe, got 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****, deliver
Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a foot

Yeah, it there, hating who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got waiting in here
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D
Here's to short skirts and Ol' 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, getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims out
4:20 mean you either roll up or out

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

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

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

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

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

Roll s***

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

Verrazano, no relation to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I
I'm alive and still the sun'll 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 got no time, a full clip
Really gon' let ya n***** what's on my mind

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

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