Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

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

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

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

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

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