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 own buddy
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
moonshine steel methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal
Chipped tooth of people
pigs who wanna see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the 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 such thing as a free
Billy's got that street and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer trap spot
Chevys on the center
Still doing donuts in the gravel lot
ropes, cousins in a group home
And he knows every to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I wish a motherfucka'
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 shit gon' flop
I wish a 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

Now let me you something youngsters
I'm gonna sell you something
Unless it's that snow white we might mail you
Me, I'm raw hood with it
Be at your door quick four on jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who 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 alone he brought me
Rap, he got it I'm the pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted
I got the on me spit in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten Island
You call us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

I wish a motherfucka'
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that my shit gon' flop your shit gon' flop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop 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 Talledega Speed Way
shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef what you need these fiends hit you back
Get busy
be in the cut just 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 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, evangelist daddies got the
Make a the candles lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, hollow tips
Trash huffing you build a airline model with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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

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