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, cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory
Can I it crystal clear?
Chipped tooth type of
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the down
Why is he Beanie Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard Skynard talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a bird
got that street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song,

I a motherfucka' would
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a would
Tell me that my gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that I 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 sell you something
Unless it's that snow white we might you something
Me, I'm raw hood with it
Be at your door quick on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and 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 biscuit on me spit in his face I'm bout to on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten Island
You could call us Shaolin when get drunk
They hold you down my
Yelawolf, Alabama's scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
Chef you need these fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
I'll be in the cut just me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta my black
I got direction, I'm a map I'm an almanac
I'm in awe of these hogs who on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
Make a the candles lit
boys follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
huffing glue you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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