Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear David Blaine
And she ain't tryna to a flight on that paper plane
She don't hit the J
She don't 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 new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See red Maserati, niggas know it's Game
that 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 full chicks, I ain't dropping names
They all 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 eating out that
I'll be out
Never her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out
Just like that Chocolate shake, goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that mean let a nigger
That mean she be off the like Paris and her folks
to God she a poke 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 girls
I roll it up, she disappear David Blaine
And she ain't try to a flight on that paper plane
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 don't 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, models up
I tell her 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 you?
Smoke a little, a little, roll that up
twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She trying to hit that J
Different J's, different
Different days, strokes
I smoke that that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be out, my blunts 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 accents
Man we 'bout to twelve swishers in that black Benz

That Harry Potter, Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear David Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that plane
she don't wanna 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 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!