Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm own buddy
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory
Can I keep it clear?
tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the down
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about keys 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 center
doing donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows every word to every song, bitch

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 wish a would
Tell me 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 tell you youngsters
I'm never sell you something
Unless that snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood it
Be at your door 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 think got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin when niggas get
They hold you my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true
Aye yo 'em yo' handle though

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

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
Chef what you these fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
I'll be in the cut just me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta call my
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
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a handle it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
a wish the candles lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
Trash huffing glue you build a model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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

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