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 wanna 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 that new Kid Red, bitch, its money
See that red Maserati, niggas know Game
Drive that bitch down Rosecrans and 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
They all ball the girl that play for Notre 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 her out to crustaceans, it be In-N-Out
Just like Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that mean let a poke
That mean she be off the like Paris and her folks
to God she a poke man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that man

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

All these 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 break that down, and we roll it up
It's Friday and she ain't got to do
And we ain't got to do
So umm, what's with you?
Smoke a little, a little, roll that up
twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't trying to hit J
Different J's, different
Different days, strokes
I smoke that that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and Lifestyles
Bitches in the 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 accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve in that black Benz

That Harry Potter, that Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive girls insane
I it up, she disappear 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 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 mean mugging motherfucker!