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 tooth of people
Illiterate who wanna see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a with the windows down
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a man
Lynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no thing as a free bird
Billy's got that work and he's packing a nasty heater
home trap spot
Chevys on the center
Still donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, in a group home
And he every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm never gonna sell you
Unless it's that white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw with it
Be at your door quick four on your jaw I got a new
My click a murderer niggas who hip hop
You fuck Yelawolf and them niggas your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer,
Yo leave 'em alone he brought me
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin niggas get drunk
They hold you down my
Yelawolf, Alabama's scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo 'em yo' handle 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 your gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a would

I appreciate it
shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef what you these fiends gotta hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta call my
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
F*ck all of
in 'Bama bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, evangelist got the cannabis
Make a the candles lit
boys follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash huffing glue you build a model with
In the gutter like a empty PBR is

I wish a would
me that 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 a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I a motherfucker would

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