Luyện nghe bài hát Wolfpack

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

Yeah,
Yeah, (Wolfpack)

Puerto Rican Air Force at the wedding (Uh)
I'm only speaking
Uh, I might up for Bruce (I might)
My own horn I don't really to toot
Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and gloves
safe to say your boy done came up
Too much 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 rain when it falls and the pain it causes (Uh, uh)
And how she wakin' up alone?
And now Bronson gotta Tyrone (Gotta call Tyrone)
Fuck that, I'm tryna smoke towards the moon
Till my mind start racing like
I'm hotter than when Bow Wow dropped in the
scream and I hop into the Hummer like
Uh, I'm a heartthrob
You smoke little blunts Kevin Hart's arms (Uh)
My bloodline predate Aardvark and shark (Uh)
And cookin' flesh off of charred (Aaah!)
(Wolfpack, wolfpack)

I shot before I wrote this
Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the
This is Blue Chips 7 not (Uh)
Big muskets get squeezed mustard
And flee off in the Nissan (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 both feet, dog!

Yeah, yeah,
Bam Bam, Blue 7
My Blue