Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The J

That Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel them girls insane
I roll it up, she like David Blaine
And she ain't tryna to book a flight on that paper
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
on that new Kid Red, bitch, its money gang
See that red Maserati, know it's Game
Drive that bitch down and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man ho insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she out in
Got a squad full chicks, I ain't dropping
They all ball like the girl that for Notre Dame
What's her name? Skylar yeah that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be out that kitten
I'll be out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be
Just that Chocolate shake, nigga goin' in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that mean let a nigger
That mean she be off the like Paris and her folks
Swear to God she a man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be from that dope man

That Harry Potter, Mary Jane
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 on that paper plane
'Cause she 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 hit the J (she don't 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 tell her homie that down, and we gon' roll it up
It's Friday and she got shit to do
And we got shit to do
So umm, what's with you?
a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my Rondo
She ain't trying to hit J
Different J's, different
days, different strokes
I smoke shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, and them Lifestyles
Bitches in the white house, red piped out
I'll be iced out, my be packed in
I'll smoke them till no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in black Benz

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

Two puffs, two verses. all you get Nigga!
And stop mean motherfucker!