Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing but some ole country boys that V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go
We got space out here, we can and chief

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

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

I know you wanna know why we do we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new
one, two, three, four, five TV's

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them on that muh'fucker 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, it's a Midwest

I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good
Wish I find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do bleed

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

put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' pull the heat

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

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

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