Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

Chill chill, let 'em rhyme man
You what it do man
sit back, relax
Yelawolf up
Raekwon in the

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal
Chipped type of people
Illiterate who wanna see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the down
Why is he playing Beanie
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such as a free bird
Billy's got that work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
Chevys on the center
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
ropes, cousins in a group home
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song,

I wish a motherfucka'
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that my shit gon' flop your shit gon' flop
I wish a would
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I a motherfucker would

Now let me you something youngsters
I'm never gonna sell you
Unless it's that snow white we might mail you
Me, I'm raw hood with it
Be at door quick four on your jaw I got a new lick
My a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck Yelawolf and them niggas your head goin' pop
I'm sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em alone he brought me
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we bout it, it
Yo Wolf, I they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin when niggas get
They hold you my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' though

I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that my shit gon' bitch your shit gon' flop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker

I appreciate it
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Speed Way
King shit blue rap
Baking sodas on the rack
what you need these fiends gotta hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut call me Mr. Is he back?
And you gotta call my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these who call on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a handle it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
Make a wish the lit
White follow this
thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

I wish a would
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a would
Tell me that my shit gon' bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop you ain't hip hop
I a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a motherfucka'
I a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'