Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, 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, 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 thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, 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, ain't broke the seal
Shit ain't been the same I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my Bentley by the time I'm at 9

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
Representin' St. Louis every I breathe
In the city, I touch and I bob and weave, ay

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)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

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

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

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

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

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

gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new
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, 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

I'm sittin' on the front porch, 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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit
They had me face in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' pull the heat

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

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

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