Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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 gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a S Class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same 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 hear 'em cryin', "You sell out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and re-comped the night
Straight hopped the flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, show you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis every time I
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 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 thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

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, schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, half in yo' shit

a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be for three days

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

I don't care, hell naw I cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air force 1's, 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 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches made for 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 than the Rams, Cards and lil'

My dirty's love to spark and to sparkle
Love homies Vokal with matchin' car doors
We down Skinker, see how fast 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 blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new
one, two, three, four, five TV's

It's a thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(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)
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 line
Wish I would find, one seed in my
and shit if I do somebody bleed

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

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

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

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