Luyện nghe bài hát Wolfpack

Just tell me how you are
I don't know, what are you me?
Just tell- just tell how high you are
No, I talk, I'm not telling anyone
I'm not telling
Can you
Are you me?
No I'm not, can you
You are
Can you please tell
I-I can't describe it, I am so
That's it, it's I'm tripping

Yeah,
Yeah, (Wolfpack)

Puerto Rican Air Force One's at the (Uh)
I'm only speaking
Uh, I might open up for (I might)
My own I don't really mean to toot
Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and gloves
It's safe to say your boy came up
Too lobster on the plane, the plane won't stay up (Uh)
Bitch, I'm butt naked, up
Yo, the fuck?
(Wolfpack)

dick'll make an R&B chick write a song
About the when it falls and the pain that it causes (Uh, uh)
And how she always wakin' up
And now Bronson gotta call (Gotta call Tyrone)
Fuck that, I'm tryna blow smoke the moon
Till my mind start like zoom
I'm hotter than when Bow Wow in the summer
scream and I hop into the Hummer like
Uh, I'm a teenage
You smoke little blunts like Kevin Hart's (Uh)
My bloodline predate and large shark (Uh)
And cookin' off of charred bark (Aaah!)
(Wolfpack, wolfpack)

I dope before I wrote this
Sniffed coke and did by the ocean
This is Blue 7 not Usher (Uh)
Big muskets get squeezed like
And motherfuckers off in the Nissan (Uhh)
say that life is like a see-saw
I roll solo, why I got these extra for?
Hit eject, watch him free (Aaaaaah!)
Better use both feet, dog!

Yeah, yeah,
Bam Bam, Blue 7
My Blue