Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine methadone laboratory real
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 down
Why is he Beanie Siegel?
"Cause his daddy was a man
Skynard didn't talk about 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 center
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a home
And he knows every word to Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm gonna sell you something
Unless it's that white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw with it
Be at your door quick on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer,
Yo 'em alone 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 I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas some Staten Island niggas
You could call us when niggas get drunk
They you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I appreciate it
shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef you need 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 and brag
F*ck all of
in 'Bama bitch
Get a grip it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist got the cannabis
a wish the candles lit
White follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
Trash huffing glue you build a airline with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

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

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