Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

What you think, we live on a farm? Nigga, be for
We got Benz's, Rovers and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't the do' seal
Shit been the same since I signed fo' reel
This got ill, when I hit 4 mil
Five and countin', six at will
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 the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too icey for
Dunkin' sprite, yeah you heard me dirty
I'm the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
Representin' St. every 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 blue
And I got them thangs on that too
It's a Midwest y'all
Ain't trip
(Ain't trip)
While we 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 on my lips, it's chaos when 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 colors and all like a junkyard
young boy with high young ways
'Cuz I three blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk I ain't 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now
I got a cutlass, with a hole in the urr
urrwhurr wood grain to sturr
I don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
10 and a in the Air force 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 boys that ride V12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
Back made 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 catchin' up, we up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
St. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and arch

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

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 Midwest y'all
Ain't gotta
(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
Waitin' on my connect to that good line
Wish I would find, one seed in my
Sticks and shit, if I do somebody
Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay some blunts and Heineken
in the back with the po' po'
Stickin' my do' do', man they ho' hoo's

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

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

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