Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

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

Throw on undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See red Maserati, niggas know it's Game
that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got Rolly on my wrist, man that ho insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she out in
Got a squad full chicks, I ain't dropping
They all ball the girl that play for Notre Dame
What's her name? Skylar yeah that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, be eating out that kitten
be piggin' out
Never her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out
Just like that shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, mean let a nigger poke
mean she be off the coke like Paris and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she like Lohan, except she be running from that dope man

Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I roll it up, she disappear David Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that plane
'Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she wanna hit the J)
She wanna 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 of Ace, models showing up
I tell her homie break that down, and we roll it up
Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got to do
So umm, what's good you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, that up
twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She trying to hit that J
J's, different lokes
Different days, strokes
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
Bitches in the house, red Camaro piped out
be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them
Man we 'bout to pack swishers in that black Benz

That Harry Potter, 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 book a on that paper plane
she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she 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)

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