Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, broke the door seal
Shit ain't the same since I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, when I hit 4
Five and countin', dirty six at
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 out before and re-comped the same night
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, show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

I sport my beeper on my boots why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other in yo' shit

a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a
Hot young boy with hot ways
'Cause I connect blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I from 'round here
Probably tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood grain to

I don't care, naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air force 1's, me two pair, ugh
I'm from the and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole boys that ride V-12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

Ain't gotta worry nobody approachin' us
By the time they up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil'

My love to spark and love to sparkle
Love homies Vokal coats matchin' car doors
We racin' Skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like like Ricky Ricardo

I you wanna know why we do what we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, five

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

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 if I do somebody bleed

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two hittin' some blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man some ho' ho's

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's that bullshit clear
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

And leave the D-tects a leak in the skreet
And that ass nigga that set me up my peeps
give it to this nigga like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang