Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round
Probably couldn't 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
everywhere wood grain to stare

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

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can and chief

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

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

I you wanna know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, five

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

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

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit
They had me face in the skreet
watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat

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

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