Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

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

This 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 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
I done out before 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, heavily jeans
Representin' St. every time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

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

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and 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 Midwest

I sport my beeper on my boots why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, dick, other half 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 with hot ways
I connect three blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round
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 cuttin' my
To the half in them Air 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two and three chains

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

Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, and lil' Arch

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

I know you know 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, five

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

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

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

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

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

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 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, it's a Midwest