Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I roll it up, she like David Blaine
And she ain't tryna to book a on that paper plane
She don't hit the J
She wanna hit the J
She wanna 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 it's Game
Drive that bitch down and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man ho insane
me of my chick 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? Diggins yeah that's right, that's right
You know be digging, I'll be eating out that kitten
be piggin' out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
Just like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her
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 Lindsay Lohan, she be running from that dope man

That Harry Potter, Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David
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 don't hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

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

That Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive girls insane
I roll it up, she like 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 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 don't hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

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