Luyện nghe bài hát Wolfpack

Just me how high 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 them?
I-I describe it, I am so high
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 really mean to
big deals with yarmulkes on and suede gloves
It's safe to say your boy done up
Too much lobster on the plane, the plane stay up (Uh)
Bitch, I'm naked, laid up
Yo, what the
(Wolfpack)

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Bam Bam, Blue 7
My Heaven