Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm own buddy
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal
Chipped tooth type of
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
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 about keys of coke man
no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street work and packing a nasty heater
Trailer trap spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still doing donuts in the parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a home
And he knows every to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I a motherfucka' 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 shit gon'
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

Now let me you something youngsters
I'm gonna sell you something
Unless it's that snow we might mail you something
Me, I'm raw hood with it
Be at your door quick four on your jaw I got a new
My click a niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas your goin' pop
I'm sincere, fresh 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, automobiles we bout it, it
Yo Wolf, I think got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm bout to piss on
Who dem niggas just Staten Island niggas
You could call us when niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, vandal scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo 'em yo' handle though

I wish a 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 a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop you ain't hip hop
I wish a would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in like Talledega Motor Speed Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef what you these fiends 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 road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
Make a the candles lit
boys follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
Trash huffing you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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 flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a 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 a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'
I wish a would
I wish a would