Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest y'all
And ain't got a
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on motherfucker too
It's a swang y'all
Ain't gotta
(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, Rovers and Jag's, Hummer's and
Got a green S Class, ain't the do' seal
Shit ain't the same since I signed fo' reel
This got ill, when I hit 4 mil
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 sell out"
Ya damn right, I done sold out and re-caught the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too for sunlight
Dunkin' without sprite, yeah you me dirty
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
St. Louis every time I breathe
In the city I down, and I bob and weave, ay

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

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

You can tell by the way I walk I ain't 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I walkin' now hurr
I got a old-school cutlass, a hole in the urr
TV's urrwhurr wood grain to
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 from the Lou and I do is a Lou thang
One rapper, two rings and three

Nothing but some ole country boys ride V12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches made for hide and go
We got out here, we can ride and chief
Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the time they up, we smokin' up
And my be red, my lips a lil' dark
St. sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch

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

It's a thang 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 y'all
gotta trip
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' hip

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

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

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

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