Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

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

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm gonna sell you something
Unless it's that snow white we might mail you
Me, I'm straight raw hood it
Be at your door quick on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer who love hip hop
You with Yelawolf and them niggas your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer,
Yo leave 'em he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you flow
I got the biscuit on me in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten Island
You could us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
They hold you my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' though

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

I appreciate it
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
Chef what you these fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he
And you don't gotta my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these who call on rap to ball and brag
F*ck all of
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
Make a wish the lit
boys follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline model
In the gutter like a empty PBR is

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

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