Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

What you think, we on a farm? Nigga, be for real
We got Benz's, Rovers and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't the do' seal
ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel
This shit got ill, I hit 4 mil
and countin', dirty six at will
Did on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third by the time I'm at 9

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out"
Ya damn right, I sold out before and re-caught the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too for sunlight
Dunkin' without sprite, you heard me dirty
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
Representin' St. every time I breathe
In the I touch 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 blue
And I got them on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest swang
Ain't gotta
(Ain't trip)
While we and dip
we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip

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

You can by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't 'cuz I ain't 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 what I do is a Lou
One rapper, two and three 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 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 coats with cargos
We racin' down Skinker, see how 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 blue
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 blue
And I got them thangs on motherfucker too
a Midwest swang y'all
Ain't trip
(Ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the hip

I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood
on my connect to deliver 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 hittin' some and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Stickin' my do' do', man they ho' hoo's

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

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
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 Midwest y'all
It's a thang