Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

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

on that undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on that new Kid Red, bitch, its gang
See that red Maserati, niggas it's Game
that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got that on my wrist, man that 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 Notre
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
like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything smoke, that mean let a nigger poke
That she be off the coke like Paris and her folks
to God she a poke man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running that dope man

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

All bitches in my face, I'm blowing up
And when I'm in the place, we be pouring up
bottles of Ace, models 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, good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll up
twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't trying to hit J
Different J's, different
Different days, different
I that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You my lifestyle, swishers and them Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped 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 'bout to pack ten bitches with them
Man we 'bout to pack swishers in that black Benz

That Harry Potter, that Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I roll it up, she like David 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 wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't hit the J (she don't 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!