Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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

I'm Alabama's own
Flinstone Caprice, cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel laboratory real
Can I it crystal clear?
Chipped tooth type of
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of
flags, I see 'em
In a truck the windows down
Why is he playing Beanie
"Cause his daddy was a man
Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such as a free bird
Billy's got that work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer trap spot
Chevys on the center
Still donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows every word to Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you something
I'm never gonna sell you
it's 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 niggas who love 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 he brought me along
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles we it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I they 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
They you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I it Rea'
shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue rap
sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need fiends gotta hit you back
Get crack
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 hogs who call on rap to ball and
all of that
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a handle it
Yelas in the revival
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
Make a the candles lit
White boys this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range hollow
huffing glue you build a airline model with
In the gutter a empty PBR bottle is

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

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