Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Mary
That OG kush, that sour drive them girls insane
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 wanna hit the J
She don't hit the J
She don't hit the J

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

Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel them girls insane
I it up, she disappear like David Blaine
And she try to book a flight 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 wanna 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 I'm stepping 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 got shit to do
So umm, what's with you?
a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigga
She ain't to hit that J
Different J's, lokes
Different days, strokes
I that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
Bitches in the white house, red Camaro out
I'll be iced out, my be packed in
I'll them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve in that black Benz

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