Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Mary
OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she 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 don't hit the J
She don't hit the J

Throw on that undefeated tank, and throw on my
Throw on new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, niggas know Game
Drive that bitch down Rosecrans and blow the
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 names
They all ball the girl that play for Notre Dame
What's her name? Skylar Diggins yeah that's right, right
You know be digging, I'll be eating 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 except smoke, that mean let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the coke Paris and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
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 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)

All bitches 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 that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't trying to hit J
Different J's, lokes
days, different strokes
I that 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 iced out, my be packed in
I'll smoke them it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that Benz

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

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