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 on that muh'fucker 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, a Midwest thang

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

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

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, show 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 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 ain't 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 that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos 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 types like a
Hot young boy hot young ways
'Cause I connect three and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round
couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
TV's everywhere wood 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 the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three

but some ole country boys 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 worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

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

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

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

Pull right here, eight of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
Hidin' in the back 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 clear
They had me face in the skreet
watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat

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

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 muh'fucker too

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