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 Alabama's own
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard steel methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it clear?
tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs who 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 such as a free bird
Billy's got that street and he's packing a nasty heater
home trap spot
Chevys on the center
Still doing donuts in the 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 bitch you hip hop
I wish a would
me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I a motherfucker would

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

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

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King blue ribbon rap
sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
a wish the candles lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range 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 ain't hip hop bitch you hip hop
I wish a would
me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a would
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 wish a motherfucka'
I a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a would
I wish a motherfucka'
I a motherfucka' would