Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm own buddy
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard steel methadone 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 the windows down
Why is he Beanie Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a bird
Billy's got that street work and packing a nasty heater
Trailer trap spot
on the center blocks
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, in a group home
And he knows every 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 gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I a motherfucka' would
me that 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 youngsters
I'm never sell you something
Unless it's snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood it
Be at your quick four on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, cut all up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
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 niggas
You could us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, is the true ramble
Aye yo 'em yo' handle though

I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that I hip hop bitch 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 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 like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen
Chef what you need these fiends gotta hit you
Get busy
I'll be in the cut call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't 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 grip it
Yelas in the tent
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
a wish the candles lit
White follow this
thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips
Trash glue you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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 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 motherfucker

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