Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory
Can I keep it clear?
tooth type of people
Illiterate who wanna see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a with the windows down
Why is he Beanie Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard Skynard talk about moving keys of coke man
no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap
Chevys on the center
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
ropes, cousins in a group home
And he knows word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I wish a would
Tell me 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 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

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 jaw I got a new lick
My a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck Yelawolf and them niggas 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 pilot
trains, planes, automobiles we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten Island
You could call us when niggas get drunk
They hold you my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' though

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

I appreciate it
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking on the kitchen rack
Chef you need these fiends gotta hit you back
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 these hogs who on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
Make a the candles lit
White boys this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash huffing glue you a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

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