Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish (FeatRaekwon)

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

I'm Alabama's own
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine steel methadone real
Can I it crystal clear?
Chipped type of people
Illiterate who wanna see you killed 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 moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free
Billy's got that street work and packing a nasty heater
Trailer home spot
on the center blocks
Still doing donuts in the parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

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

Now let me tell you youngsters
I'm gonna sell you something
it's that snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw with it
Be at your door four on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who hip hop
You fuck Yelawolf and them niggas your head 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
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 Shaolin niggas get drunk
hold you down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

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

I it Rea'
shot me in quick like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef you need these fiends gotta hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut just me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't call my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
all of that
Wu-Tang's in bitch
Get a grip it
Yelas in the tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the
a wish the candles lit
White boys follow
Mamas thirty-aught-six, hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you 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 wish a motherfucka'
me that 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 wish a would, hell 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 motherfucka'
I a motherfucka' would