Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone real
Can I keep it clear?
tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows
Why is he playing Beanie
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard 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
home trap spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still doing donuts in the parking lot
ropes, cousins in a group home
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song,

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

Now let me you something youngsters
I'm never gonna you something
Unless it's that white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood it
Be at your door quick four on your jaw I got a new
My click a murderer niggas who 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 he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we bout it, it
Yo Wolf, I they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm bout to on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten niggas
You call us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in like Talledega Motor Speed Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
Chef what you these fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
be in the cut just 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 who call on rap to ball and brag
F*ck all of
in 'Bama bitch
Get a handle it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist got the cannabis
Make a the candles lit
White boys this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline model
In the gutter like a empty PBR is

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

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