Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
I roll it up, she disappear like David
And she ain't to book a flight on that paper 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 that new Kid Red, bitch, its money
See that red Maserati, know it's Game
Drive that bitch down and blow the brains
Got Rolly on my wrist, man that ho insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she out in
Got a squad full chicks, I ain't names
They all ball like the girl that play for Notre
What's her name? Diggins yeah that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be out that kitten
be piggin' out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
Just like that shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that mean let a poke
mean she be off the coke like Paris and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she like Lohan, except she be running from that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Jane
That OG kush, that sour drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she like David Blaine
And she try to book a flight on that paper plane
'Cause 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 don't wanna hit the J (she 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 bottles of Ace, models up
I her homie break that down, and we gon' roll it up
It's and she ain't 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 trying to hit that J
Different J's, lokes
Different days, different
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and broke
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be iced out, my be packed in
smoke 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 twelve in that black Benz

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