Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm own buddy
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
Backyard moonshine methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it clear?
Chipped type of people
Illiterate who wanna see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck the windows down
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of man
no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street work and packing a nasty heater
home trap spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows every word to every song, bitch

I wish a would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that my shit gon' bitch your shit gon' flop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me 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 you something youngsters
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 four on your jaw I got a new lick
My a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas your 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 pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me in his face 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 my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I it Rea'
Sling me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef what you these fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back?
And you gotta call my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the tent
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
a wish the candles lit
White boys follow
thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

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

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