Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a thang y'all
And ain't got a
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too
It's a swang y'all
gotta trip
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' 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 broke the do'
ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel
This shit got ill, I hit 4 mil
Five and countin', six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my third Bentley by the I'm at 9

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out"
Ya damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same
hopped the next flight, too icey for sunlight
Dunkin' sprite, yeah you heard me dirty
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis every time I
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 trip
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' hip

I my beeper on my boots, that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, chaos when I spit
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 a junkyard
High young boy with high ways
'Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three

You can tell by the way I I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't now hurr
I got a old-school cutlass, with a in the urr
TV's urrwhurr wood to sturr
I don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
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 and three chains

but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and
Ain't gotta 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smokin' up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
St. sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch

My dirty's to spark, and love to sparkle
Love homies coats with matchin' cargos
We racin' Skinker, see how fast a car go
Granny be like, "Ay, ya ya" like Ricky
I know you know 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 ain't got a
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a swang y'all
gotta trip
(Ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the hip

I'm sittin' on the front porch, 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
right here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the with the po' po'
Stickin' my do' do', man they some ho'

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

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

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