Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

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

Throw on that tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, know it's Game
Drive 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 ain't names
They all ball like the that play for Notre Dame
What's her Skylar Diggins yeah that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating out kitten
I'll be out
take her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out
Just like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her
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 from dope man

That Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear David Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper
'Cause she don't wanna 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 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 stepping in the place, we be up
Fourteen of Ace, models showing up
I tell her homie break that down, and we roll it up
It's and she ain't got shit to do
And we got shit 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, different
I smoke that shit that made and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and Lifestyles
Bitches in the 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 like the ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten with them accents
Man we 'bout to twelve 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 on that paper plane
'Cause she wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she wanna hit the J)
She wanna 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 mugging motherfucker!