Luyện nghe bài hát Wolf Pack

(DJ Paul)
AUUUUUU!! Wolfpack, GET BITCH!
GET ON THE MUTHA FUCKIN HOE!
HYPNOTIZE GOT DAMN IN YO HOUSE BITCH!
Boo,Crunchy Blac,Lord Infamous,DJ Paul,Juicy J,La Chat
and my new nigga Boy!

(Gangsta Boo)
Camp bitch,step into this mask
Get yo ass fucked up bitch, 44
And u lemons lookin at me
Gangsta B. gonna catch a fuckin murder charge
Fuckin wit you
Mutha fuckas wit hoe shit
gossip bout the lady, whats the bizness bitch
If u really got a problem let my niggas know
How you gonna handle that? the wrath of a hoe

(Crunchy Blac)
Make the wrong and body's get bruised
Talk to fool, and I duct tape you
Act a fool and get treated like a fool
What did I do to get in these shoes
Ooooh the fuck? oooh!!! when ya see me come
and fuckin load,when I pop at you
Do the damn thing,nigga do you do
Aint no attitude I'm just being you

(Frayser Boy)
I'm knockin down you doors
all you niggas hoes
Get out the way Im bows
A nigga hurt,dont stop no
out the Bay a nigga real
Dont try to fake the deal
All my dogs I is trill
I'm out tryna get a meal
wit that Hypnotize
I can see it in yo
Boy it aint no lie
You can kiss yo ass
I branded as HCP
Niggas u fuck wit me
Just like the Sun heat run up nigga u gone see bitch

(Lord Infamous)
the horrid
Very
Chainsaw
blood is pouring
of war
I the torment
44 gat, all the slugs are
the target,hope u can absorb it
My mortuary's got plenty of
I got some shit that launch yo ass into
the casket
Orbituary

(DJ Paul)
Now Ima break it for ya since you bitches dont know
Just because u signed wit select-o, you a CEO
Ya gotta sell some first, thats part of the plan
Lets try to see if you can get than 20,000 on sound scan
You wack ass bitches what ya wit this cheese
Ya to get up on 80 G's and hollar at me
Thats the discounted price for a beat
On my I got some Golds and I got some PTs
I bet u knew dat

(Juicy J)
I'm from the
I aint no
Wit 20 niggas
We rollin lac
You cant me
You do me
You say u on top
So why u me
You u starin
But I carin
Or is it my
The the carats
But why u do
What grown do
Like go to house of
And purchase

(La Chat)
I'm puttin the city on
I'm finna load up glocks
I'm blow up ya spot
When ya run ya get
strapped up wit gats
But you kill of a mack
You done fucked up ya dat
I you watchin yo back
I gave you props a bitch
Them killers give me yo
La gone blow off yo wig
Why you crossin yo nig
I hope ya for war
Aint got no for ya boys
Mayn I got in store
Ya need to wit ya whore
I get the tone
up in front of ya home
Ya betta that its on
That woman up ya dome
ya wanna be a killer
Heres ya ya nigga
see do u got the liver
To pull ya gun and the
Alot of bitches hate
But I fucked up bout dat
Ya wanna get off anna
Shit!!! ya where I'm at
But ya know how I roll
Ya bitches know I'm bout
Aint no wit me
I put my in yo mouth