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 them thangs on that 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 muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you think we live 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 door
Shit ain't the same since I signed fo' reel

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

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

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a
(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 on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

I sport my beeper on my that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
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 boy with hot young ways
'Cause I three blunts and be high for three days

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

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

but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back porches for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that ass nigga that 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'

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

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