Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang
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
Ain't trip
(Ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the hip

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

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out"
Ya damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same
Straight hopped the next flight, too icey for
Dunkin' without sprite, yeah you heard me
I'm from the State, show me seven I'll show you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the I touch 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 them thangs on motherfucker too
It's a Midwest y'all
Ain't gotta
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' hip

I sport my beeper on my boots, that's why I be a when I kick
it's 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 sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard
All and all types like a junkyard
High boy with high young ways
'Cuz I connect blunts and be high for three days

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

Nothing but some ole boys that ride V12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches for hide and go seek
We got out here, we can ride and chief
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody us
By the time they up, we smokin' up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
St. Louis the rams, cards and lil' arch

My dirty's love to spark, and love to
Love homies vocal coats matchin' cargos
We down 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 ain't got a clue why the cutlass blue
Brand new 22's on new
With one, two, three, four, TV's

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

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

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

It's a Midwest y'all
And ain't got a
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got thangs 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

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