Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
I roll it up, she disappear 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 wanna hit the J
She wanna hit the J

on that undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on that new Kid Red, bitch, its gang
See that red Maserati, know it's Game
Drive that bitch Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got that on my wrist, man that ho insane
Remind me of my Regatta, she out in Spain
Got a squad full chicks, I dropping names
They all ball the girl 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 everything except smoke, that mean let a nigger
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 that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls
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 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 it)
Now she wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

All these 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 her homie break that down, and we gon' roll it up
Friday 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, roll 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 Arnold and broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be iced out, my be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten with them accents
Man we 'bout to twelve swishers in that black Benz

That Harry Potter, that Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive 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 wanna hit the J)
She don't hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't 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!