Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too
It's a Midwest swang
Ain't trip
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' hip

What you think, we live on a Nigga, be for real
We got Benz's, and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a S Class, ain't broke the do' seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo'
This got ill, when I hit 4 mil
Five and countin', dirty six at
Did seven on the slide, 8
be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out"
Ya damn right, I sold out before and re-caught the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too icey for
without sprite, yeah you heard me dirty
I'm from the State, show me seven I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
St. Louis every time I breathe
In the city I down, and I bob and weave, ay

It's a thang y'all
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my cutlass
And I got thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest y'all
Ain't gotta
(Ain't trip)
While we and dip
we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip

I sport my on my boots, that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I
man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo'
a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard
All colors and all types like a
High young boy with high young
'Cuz I three blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now hurr
I got a old-school cutlass, with a in the urr
TV's urrwhurr grain to sturr
I don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
10 and a half in the Air One's, give me two purr ugh
I'm the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang
One rapper, two and three chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that V12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go
We got space out here, we can ride and
Ain't worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time catchin' up, we smokin' up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
St. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and arch

My dirty's love to spark, and to sparkle
Love homies vocal coats matchin' cargos
We down Skinker, see how fast a car go
Granny be like, "Ay, ya ya" like Ricky
I know you wanna why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue why the cutlass
new 22's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, TV's

It's a Midwest y'all
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest swang
gotta trip
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the hip

I'm on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that line
Wish I find, one seed in my weed
and shit, if I do somebody bleed
Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
in the back with the po' po'
Stickin' my do' do', man some ho' hoo's

They put the gun to my
You the law don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, keep that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
Errbody watchin', I'ma pull the heat
And leave the D-tects a leak in the skreet
And that ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny hustlin'

It's a Midwest thang
And ain't got a
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my cutlass
And I got them on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest y'all
Ain't trip
(Ain't trip)
While we and dip
we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip

It's a thang y'all
It's a Midwest thang
a Midwest thang