Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish

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, cuddi'
moonshine steel methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal
tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs who wanna see you type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck the windows down
Why is he Beanie Siegel?
"Cause his was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a bird
Billy's got that street work and packing a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
Chevys on the blocks
Still donuts in the gravel parking 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 bitch you hip hop
I wish a would
Tell me that my shit flop bitch your shit gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka'
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

Now let me tell you something
I'm never sell you something
it's that snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood it
Be at your door quick on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas your 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, automobiles we bout it, it
Yo Wolf, I they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm bout to on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten Island
You could us Shaolin when niggas get drunk
They hold you down my
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Speed Way
King blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta hit you
Get crack
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 who call on rap to ball and brag
F*ck all of
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a grip it
Yelas in the tent
Vandalist, daddies got the cannabis
a wish the candles lit
White follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline model
In the gutter like a PBR bottle is

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

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