Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

you think, we live on a farm? Nigga, be for real
We got Benz's, and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't the do' seal
Shit ain't been the since I signed fo' reel
shit 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 before and re-caught the night
Straight hopped the next flight, too icey for
Dunkin' without sprite, you heard me dirty
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city I down, and I bob and weave, ay

It's a thang y'all
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
'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, Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other in yo' shit
Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the
All and all types like a junkyard
High young boy with high young
I connect three blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I walkin' now hurr
I got a old-school cutlass, with a in the urr
TV's wood grain to sturr
I don't curr, naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr
10 and a half in the Air force One's, me two purr 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 ride V12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and
Ain't worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they up, we smokin' up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
St. sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch

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

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

I'm sittin' on the front porch, a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to that good line
Wish I would find, one seed in my
Sticks and shit, if I do bleed
Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay some blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
my do' do', man they some ho' hoo's

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

It's a Midwest thang
And ain't got a
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my cutlass
And I got them thangs on 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

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