Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done a killing
the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
N***** no more, the they are, harder they go though
Good p**** put a hump in my back Quasimoto

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all 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 wishing you would, ask if it's
Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood,
means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Lynch I'm on that bulls***

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

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

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

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

Yeah, taking it there, who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all is p****, so is the d*** that sent you

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

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

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

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

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

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to
From the Hill, ran, never will
Attitude, like, you still, I see you missing the point
This is not a rap song, you get on

B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your
ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the
Where you from, is where we at and y'all want no, parts, in that that

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

Roll s***

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

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

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

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

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