Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
I roll it up, she disappear David Blaine
And she ain't tryna to book a flight on that plane
She don't hit the J
She don't hit the J
She don't hit the J
She wanna hit the J

Throw on that undefeated tank, and throw on my
Throw on new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, niggas know Game
Drive that down Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that ho
Remind me of my Regatta, she out in Spain
Got a squad full chicks, I dropping names
They all ball like the girl that play for Notre
What's her name? Diggins yeah that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating out that
be piggin' out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do except smoke, that mean let a nigger poke
That she be off the coke like Paris and her folks
to God she a poke man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that man

Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David
And she ain't try to a flight on that paper plane
'Cause she don't hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

All these in my face, I'm blowing up
And when I'm in the place, we be pouring up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, showing up
I tell her homie break that down, and we gon' it up
It's Friday and she got shit to do
And we ain't got to do
So umm, what's with you?
Smoke a little, a little, roll that up
twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't to hit that J
Different J's, lokes
Different days, different
I smoke shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and Lifestyles
Bitches in the white house, red piped out
I'll be out, my blunts be packed in
I'll them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in black Benz

Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
I it up, she disappear like David Blaine
And she try to book a flight on that paper plane
'Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't hit the J)
She don't hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't hit it)
Now she don't hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

Two puffs, two verses. all you get Nigga!
And mean mugging motherfucker!