Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

Get High, Get
Smoke, Smoke, that weed
Get High, Get
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that

[Mr.
I feelin come and try me
You can look all around but you can't me
With my shadow right behind me, it up
Every where that I go Gs givin me
a dub in a blunt cause it ain't no thing
How can you be a playa if you got no game, put you to
Around we maintain, if you wanna sport platinum and roll wit some wood grey
If you can't hang, then stop
Bitch my kind of weed will you fallin and slobberin
Me and Maddness, smokin I jokin
in the studio and peep the bong that I'm holdin
Rollin in a V12, you can't blame me and Big for lovin wealth
Oh hell, I'm to mix it
canibuseteva straight fuckin me up

It's about 4:20, got plenty
Stayin as can be, fuckin wit the T-H-C
You know me, bomb weed til I D-I-E

it's with a bomb tweet alert
It's 4:20 on the clock, Shadow's on the
So you we bomb smokin, Chron Don blowin
Rich Line stolen, we rollin
got the bomb after twistin, I'm the Don
High off the bomb bay, Madness the Chron smokers
909 way 619 days and nights, got my eyes
Surely stack and hate
Madness down wit Shadow a thug's place
My versatility a different page and different
Street light green and I'm thinkin trees
A roll a J, call it's time to spit heat
It's on the clock, blunt's lit so I feel top notch
Cheif til my life stops, bomb smokin just the same
Shadow, Maddness mad

[Mr.
Ah shit, me and
Stay high, man take a little X
stress on you twenty bag slangers
And I never sell yay to a stranger, danger
Fuckin wit a fool you don't know, comin from D-I-E-G-O
So Cal, out my Vocal [Why]
In finest we gettin loked out

Get High, Get High, Get High, Get
Smoke, Smoke, that weed