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 thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest swang
gotta trip
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' hip

What you think, we live on a 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 been the same since I signed fo' reel
This shit got ill, I hit 4 mil
Five and countin', six at will
Did on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my Bentley 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 night
Straight the next flight, too icey for sunlight
without sprite, yeah you heard me dirty
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
Representin' St. every time I breathe
In the I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay

It's a Midwest y'all
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
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 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
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other 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 young
'Cuz I connect three and be high for three days

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

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

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

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

I'm on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to that good line
Wish I would find, one in my weed
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'
my do' do', man they some ho' hoo's

They put the gun to my
You know the law fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, keep that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
Errbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat
And leave the D-tects with a in the skreet
And that pussy ass that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to nigga like NYPD
the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny poche hustlin'

It's a thang y'all
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got thangs on that motherfucker too
a Midwest swang y'all
Ain't gotta
(Ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cuz we do big on the motherfuckin' hip

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