Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm own buddy
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
Backyard steel methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal
Chipped type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
flags, I see 'em
In a truck the windows down
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a man
Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no thing as a free bird
got that street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
on the center blocks
Still donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows every word to Yelawolf song, bitch

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

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

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

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends hit you back
Get crack
I'll be in the cut call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a handle it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
Make a the candles lit
White boys follow
thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that I ain't hip hop you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch shit gon' flop
I a motherfucka' 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 a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a motherfucka'
I a motherfucka' would