Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, 1987
Backyard moonshine steel methadone laboratory
Can I keep it crystal
tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows
Why is he playing Beanie
"Cause his daddy was a man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about moving of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a bird
Billy's got that street and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still doing in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows every to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you hip hop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit gon' bitch your 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 never gonna sell you
Unless it's that snow white we 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 niggas your 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 pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we 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 just some Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin when get drunk
They you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' though

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

I appreciate it
shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef what you these fiends gotta 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 road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to and brag
F*ck all of
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a grip it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
a wish the candles lit
White follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline with
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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

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