Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I it up, she disappear like 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 wanna hit the J
She wanna hit the J

Throw on that tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on that new Kid Red, bitch, its money
See that red Maserati, niggas know Game
Drive that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man ho insane
me of my chick Regatta, she out in Spain
Got a full chicks, I ain't dropping names
They all ball like the girl that play for Dame
her name? Skylar Diggins yeah that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating out kitten
be piggin' out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
Just like that Chocolate shake, goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that let a nigger poke
mean she be off the coke like Paris 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 Mary
That OG kush, that diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David
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 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 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 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, good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, that up
Girl that 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 that made Arnold and Willis
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be iced out, my blunts be in
smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten with them accents
Man we to pack twelve swishers in that black Benz

That Harry Potter, that Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
I it up, she disappear like David Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper
'Cause she 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 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 stop mugging motherfucker!