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 Frayser Boy!

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

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

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

(Lord Infamous)
Lords the
Very
roaring
Niggas is pouring
of war
I the torment
44 gat, all the are swarming
the target,hope u can absorb it
My mortuary's got plenty of
I got some shit that yo ass into orbit
Close the
poetry

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

(Juicy J)
I'm the hood
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 folks do
Like go to of dubbs
And 22's

(La Chat)
I'm the city on lock
I'm finna up them glocks
I'm gonna blow up ya
ya run ya get popped
Loaded strapped up wit
But you cant of a mack
You fucked up ya know dat
I hope you watchin yo
I you props a great bitch
Them killers give me yo
La Chat blow off yo wig
Why you keep yo nig
I ya ready for war
Aint got no time for ya
I got somethin in store
Ya need to wit ya whore
I get together the
Pull up in of ya home
Ya know that its on
woman shoot up ya dome
Since ya wanna be a
Heres ya ya nigga
see do u got the liver
To pull ya gun and the
Alot of hate Chat
But I aint up bout dat
Ya get off some anna
Shit!!! ya where I'm at
But then ya know how I
Ya know what I'm bout
Aint no wit me
I put my foot in yo