Luyện nghe bài hát Wolfpack

Just tell me how you are
I don't know, are you giving 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 them?
I-I describe it, I am so high
it, it's like I'm tripping

Yeah,
Yeah, (Wolfpack)

Puerto Air Force One's at the wedding (Uh)
I'm speaking truth
Uh, I might open up for (I might)
My own horn I really mean to toot
Sign big deals with on and suede gloves
It's safe to say boy done came up
Too much lobster on the plane, the plane 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 rain when it falls and the pain that it (Uh, uh)
And how she wakin' up alone?
And now Bronson gotta Tyrone (Gotta call Tyrone)
Fuck that, I'm tryna blow towards the moon
Till my mind start racing zoom
I'm hotter than when Bow Wow in the summer
Girls scream and I hop the Hummer like
Uh, I'm a teenage
You smoke little blunts like Hart's arms (Uh)
My predate Aardvark and large shark (Uh)
And cookin' flesh off of bark (Aaah!)
(Wolfpack, wolfpack)

I shot dope before I this
coke and did aerobics by the ocean
This is Chips 7 not Usher (Uh)
Big muskets get squeezed like
And motherfuckers flee off in the (Uhh)
They say that life is like a
I roll solo, why I got these extra seats
Hit eject, watch him fall (Aaaaaah!)
Better use fucking feet, dog!

Yeah, yeah,
Bam Bam, Chips 7
My Blue