Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a thang y'all
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my cutlass
And I got them thangs on motherfucker too
a Midwest swang y'all
Ain't gotta
(Ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big 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, broke the do' seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo'
shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil
Five and countin', six at will
Did on the slide, 8 worldwide
be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out"
Ya damn right, I done sold out and re-caught the same night
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
Representin' St. Louis every I breathe
In the I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay

a Midwest thang y'all
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them on that motherfucker too
It's a swang y'all
Ain't gotta
(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 buzz I kick
Maybe on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
Quarter rubber, dick, other half in yo' shit
Keep a quarter of sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard
All and all types like a junkyard
High boy with high young ways
'Cuz I three blunts and be high for three 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, with a in the urr
TV's wood grain to sturr
I curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr
10 and a half in the Air force One's, me two purr ugh
I'm from the Lou and I do is a Lou thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole boys that ride V12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back made for hide and go seek
We got out here, we can ride and chief
Ain't gotta worry nobody approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smokin' up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
St. Louis the rams, cards and lil' arch

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

a Midwest thang 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)
While we and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the hip

I'm sittin' on the porch, writin' 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 bleed
Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two hittin' some blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Stickin' my do' do', man they ho' hoo's

put the gun to my earr
You know the law fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's that bullshit clear
had me face down in the skreet
Errbody watchin', I'ma pull the heat
And leave the D-tects with a leak in the
And that ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' it to this nigga like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my poche hustlin'

It's a Midwest y'all
And got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my blue
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

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