Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them on that motherfucker too
a Midwest 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 on a farm? Nigga, be for real
We got Benz's, Rovers and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, broke the do' seal
ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel
This got ill, when I hit 4 mil
Five and countin', six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my third by the time I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out"
Ya damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same
Straight the next flight, too icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without sprite, yeah you heard me
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
St. Louis every 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 thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a swang y'all
Ain't trip
(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
Maybe on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, dick, other half in yo' shit
a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard
All colors and all like a junkyard
High young boy with high ways
I connect three blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk I 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 urrwhurr wood to sturr
I don't curr, hell naw I ain't my hurr
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 porches made for hide and go
We got space out here, we can ride and
Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smokin' up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil'
St. sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch

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

It's a thang y'all
And got a clue
(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
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' hip

I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood
Waitin' on my to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one seed in my
and shit, if I do somebody bleed
Pull right here, eight of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some blunts and
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Stickin' my do' do', man some ho' hoo's

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

It's a thang 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
Ain't gotta
(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 thang
a Midwest thang