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 can't talk, I'm not telling
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 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 mean to toot
Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and gloves
It's safe to say your boy done up
Too lobster on the plane, the plane won't stay up (Uh)
Bitch, I'm butt naked, up
Yo, what the
(Wolfpack)

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Bam Bam, Blue 7
My Heaven