Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, it
Roll, roll, roll that s***, light s***, smoke it
Roll s***, light 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 ain't
no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

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

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

Real s***, money come first, and even
You all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****
So when I blow a smoke 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, California have you choked out
No doubt, up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or out

Roll s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, 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 I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe, got shook, because I'm so bomb

The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the
that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
Not a good look, told ya my n****, deliver
or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

Yeah, taking it there, who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got 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, occasion
Here's to short skirts and Ol' McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it
The big and the city, too good to be forgotten

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

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 you either roll up or roll out

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

The rap won't like me
You can that a n**** is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide to your wifey
Never your baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, so icey, stay dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, never
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the
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 fame, you overlooking the fact
Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't 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, smoker
Inhale, Cali with a swift of glaucoma
Black jeans, Timbs, black Benz roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof I roll up

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

ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
You won't need a camera phone to get the
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*** you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims out
mean you either roll up or roll out