Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and
Got a S Class, ain't 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 seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my Bentley by the time I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya right
I done sold out before and re-comped the same
Straight hopped the flight, too Icey for sunlight
without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I touch 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, y'all and they ain't trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

Keep a quarter of shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types a junkyard
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 ain't 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
TV's everywhere wood to stare

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 Lou' and what I do is a thang
One rapper, two rings and three

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

Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
The Lou is than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

My dirty's love to spark and to sparkle
Love homies Vokal with matchin' car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be like ay-yi-yi like Ricardo

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass
Brand new on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, TV's

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

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

I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood
Waitin' on my connect to that good line
Wish I would find, one in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do somebody

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

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

And leave the D-tects with a 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 porch hustlin'

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