Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't
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*** season vet, hold the
Got rappers on that low diet, y'all can't get no dough
I a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out
Put on these n*****, then put the roach out

Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if good
Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my is hood, b****
That I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like 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 crowding my space, Mr. Meth, pa

It's 4:20, up, n**** 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

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

So on and so on, I on, power to our people
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
With that robe, got 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, birds 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, hating who
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in
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 it again, Co-D occasion
Here's to short and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too to be forgotten

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

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 mean you either roll up or out

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

The rap won't like me
You can tell 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
the Hill, never ran, never will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the
is not a rap song, you get clapped on

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

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

that s***

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

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

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

ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
You need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag up
Carlo Verrazano, you can me mister

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