Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone real
Can I it crystal clear?
Chipped type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows
Why is he Beanie Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving of coke man
Ain't no such as a free bird
Billy's got that work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap
Chevys on the center
Still doing donuts in the parking lot
Gold ropes, in a group home
And he every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm never sell you something
it's that snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood it
Be at your door quick on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer who love hip hop
You fuck with and them niggas your head goin' pop
I'm sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the pilot
trains, planes, automobiles 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 bout to on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten niggas
You could call us Shaolin when niggas get
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, is the true ramble
Aye yo 'em yo' handle though

I wish a would
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit flop 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 it Rea'
Sling shot me in quick Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta hit you
Get busy
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he
And you don't gotta my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
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
a wish the candles lit
White boys this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
Trash huffing you build a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

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

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