Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David
And she ain't tryna to book a flight on paper plane
She wanna hit the J
She don't hit the J
She wanna hit the J
She wanna hit the J

Throw on that tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See red Maserati, niggas know it's Game
Drive that bitch 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 dropping names
all ball like the girl that play for Notre Dame
What's her name? Skylar Diggins yeah right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be out that kitten
be piggin' out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
Just like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her
She do everything except smoke, that 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 from that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Jane
That OG kush, that diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she 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 hit the J (she don't wanna 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)

All these bitches in my face, I'm up
And I'm stepping in the place, we be pouring up
Fourteen of Ace, models 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 ain't got to do
So umm, what's with you?
Smoke a little, a little, roll that up
Girl twist J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She ain't to hit that J
Different J's, different
Different days, different
I smoke that shit that made and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and Lifestyles
in the white house, red Camaro piped out
I'll be iced out, my blunts be in
I'll them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in black Benz

That Harry Potter, Mary Jane
OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like Blaine
And she ain't try to 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 wanna hit the J (she don't wanna 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!