Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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 gotta 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 Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo'

This got ill, when 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 gon' sell out", ya damn
I done sold out before and the same night
hopped the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you heard me

I'm from the State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis every I breathe
In the city, I down 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 that too

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

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

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's wood grain 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 Lou'
One rapper, two and three chains

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

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

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

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, TV's

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

I'm on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my to deliver that good line
I would find, one seed in my weed
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'
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
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', I'ma pull the heat

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

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