Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

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

Throw on that undefeated tank, and throw on my
Throw on that new Kid Red, bitch, its gang
See red Maserati, niggas know it's Game
Drive bitch down Rosecrans 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 like the girl that play for Dame
What's her name? Skylar Diggins 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 that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the coke Paris and her folks
to God she a poke man
But she like Lohan, except she be running from that dope man

That 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
'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 wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

All these bitches in my face, I'm 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 good with
a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl that 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 made Arnold and broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be iced out, my blunts be in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with accents
Man we to pack twelve swishers in that black Benz

Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like 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 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)

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