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

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth 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 season 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 n*****, then put the roach out

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

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

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, to our people
Get s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Toney
that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb

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, taking it there, 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 n***** is p****, so is the d*** that you

RZA, we done it again, occasion
Here's to short and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be

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

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

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

The rap game won't me
You can tell a n**** is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be me, slide d*** to your wifey
know your baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, never
Attitude, like, you still, I see you missing 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, spit on dame
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the
Where you from, is where we at and don't want no, parts, in that that

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

Roll that

The inner outer state, smoker
Inhale, Cali with a swift of glaucoma
jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I up

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

Shine, shine, shine and grind, it's money on my mind
And I'm moving like my is on the line
For the bulls***, I got no time, a full clip
Really let ya n***** know 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
Chalk down, tape around, body bag up
Verrazano, you can call me mister

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