Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
moonshine steel methadone laboratory real
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 daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving of coke man
no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
on the center blocks
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a home
And he knows every to every Yelawolf song, bitch

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

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

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

I appreciate it
Sling me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King blue ribbon rap
sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these gotta hit you back
Get crack
I'll be in the cut just me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't call my black
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 handle it
Yelas in the tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
Make a wish the lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you a airline model 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 gon'
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I a motherfucker would

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