Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you we live on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Benz's and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a S Class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same since I fo' reel

shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my third Bentley by the I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn
I done sold out and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
St. Louis every time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too

a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

I sport my beeper on my that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
Quarter man, schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other in yo' shit

Keep a quarter of shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types a junkyard
Hot young boy hot young ways
'Cause I connect blunts and be high for three days

You can by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood to stare

I don't care, hell naw I ain't my hair
To the half in Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three

but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil'
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

My love to spark and love to sparkle
Love Vokal coats with matchin' car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, TV's

It's a thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

I'm sittin' on the front porch, a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to that good line
Wish I would find, one in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do somebody

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two stay some blunts and Heineken
in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they ho' ho's

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep bullshit clear
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

And leave the with a leak in the skreet
And that pussy ass nigga set me up my peeps
give it to this nigga like NYPD
Beat the K, coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang