Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
Backyard moonshine methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it clear?
Chipped type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free
Billy's got that street work and he's a nasty heater
Trailer home trap
Chevys on the center
Still doing donuts in the gravel lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a home
And he knows every to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I a motherfucka' would
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that my shit 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 sell you
it's that snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw 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 with and them niggas your head goin' pop
I'm sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em alone he me along
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we bout it, it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten niggas
You could call us Shaolin niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's scramble, this 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 my shit gon' flop bitch your shit 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 wish a would

I appreciate it
Sling shot me in like Talledega Motor Speed Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
Chef what you need these gotta hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut just me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't call my black
I got direction, I'm a map I'm an almanac
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a handle it
Yelas in the tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
Make a wish the lit
White boys this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash huffing glue you a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that I hip hop bitch 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 motherfucker would, hell naw, I a motherfucker would

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