Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

Chill chill chill, let 'em man
You know it do man
Just sit back,
Yelawolf up
Raekwon in the

I'm Alabama's own
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone real
Can I keep it crystal
Chipped type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
flags, I see 'em
In a truck the windows down
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk moving keys of coke man
Ain't no thing as a free bird
Billy's got street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer trap spot
on the center blocks
Still doing donuts in the gravel lot
ropes, cousins in a group home
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 motherfucka'
Tell me my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka'
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

Now let me you something youngsters
I'm never gonna you something
Unless it's snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood it
Be at door quick four on your jaw I got a new lick
My a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and niggas your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo 'em alone he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
Flyin' trains, planes, we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm to piss on homie
Who dem just some Staten Island niggas
You could call us when niggas get drunk
They hold you my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true
Aye yo 'em yo' handle though

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

I it Rea'
shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue rap
sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta hit you
Get busy
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 hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
F*ck all of
in 'Bama bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, evangelist got the cannabis
a wish the candles lit
White boys this
thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline with
In the gutter like a empty PBR is

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

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