Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory
Can I keep it clear?
Chipped type of people
Illiterate pigs who see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a with the windows down
Why is he playing Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk moving keys of coke man
Ain't no thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street work and he's a nasty heater
home trap spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm never gonna 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 who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em alone he brought me
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
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 some Staten niggas
You could us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
They hold you my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

I wish a motherfucka'
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 a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in quick like 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 call 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 hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a handle it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
Make a the candles lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
Trash glue you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a empty PBR is

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