Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory
Can I it crystal clear?
tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs who see you killed 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 didn't talk about moving keys of man
Ain't no thing as a free bird
got that street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer trap spot
Chevys on the center
Still doing donuts in the parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you youngsters
I'm never gonna you something
Unless it's that white we might mail 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 murderer 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 brought me
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
trains, planes, automobiles we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you flow
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 when niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the ramble
Aye yo 'em yo' handle though

I a motherfucka' would
me that I ain't hip hop bitch 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 that I 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 Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
what you need these fiends gotta hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he
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
F*ck all of
in 'Bama bitch
Get a grip it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
a wish the candles lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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

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