Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
moonshine steel methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it clear?
Chipped 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 Beanie
"Cause his daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving of coke man
Ain't no such as a free bird
got that street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap
on the center blocks
Still doing donuts in the gravel lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a home
And he knows every word to every song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm never sell you something
Unless it's that snow white we might 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 murderer niggas who hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer,
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 got you twisted flow
I got the on me spit 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 scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' though

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

I appreciate it
Sling me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut just me Mr. Is he back?
And you gotta call my black
I got direction, I'm a map I'm an almanac
I'm in awe of these hogs who on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a handle it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
a wish the candles lit
White follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash glue you build a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

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

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