Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
I roll it up, she disappear David Blaine
And she ain't to book a flight on that paper plane
She wanna hit the J
She wanna 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 it's Game
Drive bitch down Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got Rolly on my wrist, man that ho insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she out in
Got a squad full chicks, I ain't dropping
all ball like the girl that play for Notre Dame
What's her name? Skylar Diggins yeah that's right, right
You I'll be digging, I'll be eating out that kitten
be piggin' out
Never her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out
like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that mean let a poke
mean she be off the coke like Paris and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that man

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 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 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 I'm stepping in the place, we be pouring up
bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell her homie break that down, and we gon' it up
Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got 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 ain't to hit that J
J's, different lokes
Different days, different
I that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You my lifestyle, swishers and them Lifestyles
Bitches in the white house, red Camaro out
be iced 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 with them accents
Man we to pack twelve swishers in that black Benz

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