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 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

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

Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I roll it up, she disappear like Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that plane
'Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't 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 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 that down, and we gon' roll it up
It's Friday and she got shit to do
And we got shit to do
So umm, what's good you?
Smoke a little, a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, me of my nigga Rondo
She trying to hit that J
Different J's, lokes
days, different strokes
I smoke that shit that made and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
Bitches in the white house, red Camaro out
I'll be iced out, my 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 them
Man we to pack twelve swishers in that black Benz

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

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