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 tryna to book a flight on that paper
She wanna hit the J
She don't hit the J
She don't hit the J
She wanna hit the J

Throw on undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
on that new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, know it's Game
Drive bitch down Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got Rolly on my wrist, man that ho insane
me of my chick Regatta, she out in Spain
Got a squad full chicks, I ain't dropping
all ball like the girl that play for Notre Dame
What's her name? Skylar Diggins yeah right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be out that kitten
be piggin' out
Never her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out
Just like Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that mean let a poke
That mean she be off the coke like and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from dope man

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

All bitches in my face, I'm blowing up
And I'm stepping in the place, we be pouring up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models up
I her homie break that down, and we gon' roll it up
It's Friday and she got shit to do
And we ain't got to do
So umm, good with you?
Smoke a little, a little, roll that up
Girl that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't trying to hit J
Different J's, different
Different days, strokes
I smoke shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and them
Bitches in the house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm the pack ten
I'm 'bout to ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to twelve swishers in that black Benz

That Harry Potter, Mary Jane
That OG kush, sour 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 wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she wanna hit the J)
She don't hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

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