Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel laboratory real
Can I keep it clear?
Chipped tooth type of
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of man
Ain't no such as a free bird
Billy's got street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap
Chevys on the center
doing donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you youngsters
I'm never sell you something
Unless it's that snow we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw with it
Be at your door four on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who hip hop
You with Yelawolf and them niggas your 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 think got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten niggas
You could call us Shaolin niggas get drunk
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 a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit gon' 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 motherfucker would, hell naw, I a motherfucker would

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
Chef what you need these gotta hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta 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
F*ck all of
in 'Bama bitch
Get a handle it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
Make a wish the lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
Trash glue you build a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

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