Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

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

I wish a would
Tell me 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 hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I a motherfucker 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 quick on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who hip hop
You fuck with and them niggas your head 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 think they got you twisted
I got the on me spit in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Island niggas
You call us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
They hold you down my
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' though

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

I appreciate it
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Way
King blue ribbon rap
Baking on the kitchen rack
Chef what you these fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
I'll be in the cut call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't call my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a grip it
Yelas in the 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 empty PBR is

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

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