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 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 hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', 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' sell out", ya damn
I done sold out before and re-comped the same
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

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

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

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, it's a thang

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

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the of the backyard
All and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot 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 tell 'cause I ain't walkin'
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's wood grain to stare

I don't care, hell naw I cuttin' my hair
To the half in Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and I do is a Lou' 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
porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can and chief

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

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

I know you wanna 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 Cutlass
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, and they ain't gotta trip
(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 to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one seed in my
Sticks and shit if I do bleed

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

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

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

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