Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

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

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

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

a Midwest 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

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 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 like a
Hot young boy with hot young
'Cause I connect three and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin'
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood grain to

I care, hell 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 Lou'
One rapper, two and three chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that V-12 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

gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil'

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

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, five

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

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

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

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

And leave the with a leak in the skreet
And that pussy ass that set me up my peeps
Gon' it to this 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 thangs on that 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