Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I it up, she disappear like 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 wanna hit the J
She wanna hit the J

on that undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, niggas know it's
that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got that on my wrist, man that ho insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she out in
Got a squad chicks, I ain't dropping names
They all ball like the girl that play for Notre
What's her name? Skylar Diggins yeah that's right, that's
You know I'll be digging, I'll be 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 poke
That mean she be off the coke Paris and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from dope man

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

Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on 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 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 mugging motherfucker!