Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Mary
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I roll it up, she like David Blaine
And she ain't tryna to 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

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

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

All bitches in my face, I'm blowing up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we be up
Fourteen of Ace, models showing up
I tell her homie break that down, and we gon' it up
It's and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got to do
So umm, good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, that up
Girl twist J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't to hit that J
Different J's, lokes
days, different strokes
I smoke that shit that Arnold 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 accents
Man we to pack 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 David Blaine
And she ain't try to a flight on that paper plane
'Cause she don't 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 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!