Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

It's a swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
While we 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 farm? Nigga be for
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door
Shit been the same since I signed fo' reel

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya right
I done sold out before and re-comped the night
Straight the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis every I breathe
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 on that muh'fucker 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, a Midwest thang

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

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

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

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

Nothing but some ole country boys that V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back 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 up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, and lil' Arch

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

I know you know 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

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they 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'm sittin' on the porch, writin' a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that line
Wish I would find, one 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 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 that bullshit clear
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

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

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

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