Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

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

Throw on that tank, and throw on my chain
on that new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, niggas it's Game
Drive that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man ho insane
Remind me of my Regatta, she out in Spain
Got a squad full chicks, I ain't 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
I'll be out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything smoke, that mean let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the coke like and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them 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 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 wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

All these in my face, I'm blowing up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we be up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, showing up
I tell her homie 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
Smoke a little, talk a little, that up
Girl twist J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't trying to hit J
Different J's, different
Different days, different
I smoke that shit made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
Bitches in the white house, red piped out
be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke till it's 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

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

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