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 blue
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing 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? be for real
We got Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the seal
Shit been the same since I signed fo' reel

shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', six at will
Did on the slide, 8 worldwide
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 night
Straight hopped the next flight, too for sunlight
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

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

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

I sport my beeper on my 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 and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy hot young ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be for three days

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

I don't care, hell naw I ain't 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 three

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

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

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

I know you wanna know why we do we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
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 thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a swang, y'all 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'm sittin' on the front porch, a hood rhyme
on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one in my weed
and shit if I do somebody bleed

Pull right here, eight pounds of
Two stay hittin' some 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 don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', I'ma pull the heat

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

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 gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang