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
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
Backyard moonshine methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal
Chipped tooth type of
Illiterate pigs who see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free
Billy's got that street work and packing a nasty heater
Trailer trap spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a home
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song,

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm never gonna you something
Unless it's that snow white we might mail you
Me, I'm raw hood with it
Be at door quick four 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 just sincere, cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em alone he me along
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
trains, planes, automobiles we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem just some Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin when niggas get
They hold you down my
Yelawolf, vandal scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I appreciate it
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
what you need 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 these who call on rap to ball and brag
F*ck all of
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a grip it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, evangelist got the cannabis
Make a wish the lit
White boys this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline with
In the gutter like a empty PBR is

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 gon' flop bitch your shit flop
I wish a 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 a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a would
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a would