Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

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

on that undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on that new Kid Red, bitch, its money
See that red Maserati, niggas it's Game
Drive that bitch Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got that 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
They all ball like the that play for Notre Dame
What's her name? Skylar Diggins yeah right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, be eating out that kitten
I'll be out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
Just like that Chocolate shake, goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, mean let a nigger 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 from that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel them girls insane
I roll it up, she like David Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that plane
'Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she 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 it)
Now she wanna 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, showing up
I tell her homie break down, and we gon' roll it up
Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got to do
So umm, what's good you?
a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my 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, swishers and Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them
Man we 'bout to twelve swishers in that black Benz

That Potter, that Mary Jane
OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on paper plane
'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 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 mean motherfucker!