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 them thangs on muh'fucker too

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

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

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

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

I'm the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily 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 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 gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

I sport my on my boots that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
rubber, quarter 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
I connect three 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 walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere grain 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 the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two and three chains

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

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

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

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 that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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 know the don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that clear
They had me down in the skreet
watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat

And leave the D-tects with a leak in the
And that pussy ass that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga like
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 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)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang