Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory
Can I it crystal 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 daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a bird
Billy's got that work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap
on the center blocks
Still doing donuts in the parking lot
Gold ropes, in a group home
And he knows word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I wish a would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon'
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 something
I'm never gonna sell you
Unless that snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw with it
Be at door quick four on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who 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 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 in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, vandal scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' though

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

I it Rea'
Sling me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef what you need these fiends hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut just 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 these hogs who on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a handle it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
Make a wish the lit
White follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
Trash huffing glue you build a 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 that my shit gon' flop 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 a motherfucker would

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