Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel them girls insane
I roll it up, she like David Blaine
And she ain't tryna to a flight on that paper 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 undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, know it's Game
Drive that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that ho
Remind me of my Regatta, she out in Spain
Got a full chicks, I ain't dropping names
They all ball the girl that play for Notre Dame
What's her Skylar Diggins yeah that's right, that's right
You I'll be digging, I'll be eating out that kitten
I'll be out
Never her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out
Just like that Chocolate shake, goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the 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 girls
I roll it up, she disappear like Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that plane
'Cause 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 the J (she don't hit it)
Now she wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

All bitches 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, talk a little, that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my Rondo
She ain't to hit that J
J's, different lokes
Different days, different
I smoke shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You my lifestyle, swishers and them Lifestyles
Bitches in the white house, red Camaro out
I'll be out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in black Benz

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

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