Luyện nghe bài hát 4:20

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

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth made a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, ain't feeling
no more, the bigger they are, harder 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 carb diet, can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get out
Put hands on these n*****, put the roach out

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

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

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

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

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our
Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s***
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty
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, 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, apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** sent you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D
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

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

4:20, roll up, n**** 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

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

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

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

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

Roll that

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

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

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

When ya getting out of line, have choppers lit up
You won't need a camera to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag up
Carlo Verrazano, you can me mister

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