Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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 on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and re-comped the 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, show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
St. Louis every time I breathe
In the city, I touch 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 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 sport my beeper on my that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other in yo' shit

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

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

I don't care, naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air force 1's, me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole boys that ride V-12 horses
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 nobody approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil'
The Lou is than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

I know you know why we do what we do
You ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, 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 that too

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

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, keep that bullshit clear
They had me 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' give it to this nigga NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny hustlin'

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