Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm own buddy
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it clear?
Chipped type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
flags, I see 'em
In a with the windows down
Why is he playing Beanie
"Cause his was a dope man
Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free
Billy's got that street work and he's a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
Chevys on the center
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 would
Tell me that I hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a would
Tell me 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 a motherfucker 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 your door 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 head pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer,
Yo 'em alone he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin niggas get drunk
They hold you down my
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King blue ribbon rap
sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta hit you
Get crack
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he
And you gotta call my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist got the cannabis
Make a wish the lit
White follow this
thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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