Luyện nghe bài hát Wolfpack

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

Yeah,
Yeah, (Wolfpack)

Rican Air Force One's at the wedding (Uh)
I'm only truth
Uh, I open up for Bruce (I might)
My own horn I don't really mean to
Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and suede
It's safe to say boy done came up
Too much on the plane, the plane won't stay up (Uh)
Bitch, I'm butt naked, up
Yo, the fuck?
(Wolfpack)

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Bam Bam, Blue 7
My Heaven