Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

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

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. every 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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a swang, y'all and they 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 thang

I sport my 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
rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the of the backyard
All colors and all like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot ways
'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 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere grain to stare

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

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

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

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

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

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(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 ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
Hidin' in the with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

They put the gun to my ear, you the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, keep that bullshit clear
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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 ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang