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 thangs 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
we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's 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 been the same since I signed fo' reel

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

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

I'm the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily 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 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)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, 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, half
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, half in yo' shit

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin'
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood to stare

I don't care, hell naw I 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 thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

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

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

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

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
Brand new on new UP's
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 them 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

I'm sittin' on the porch, writin' a hood rhyme
on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish I find, one seed in my weed
and shit if I do somebody bleed

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 some ho' ho's

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat

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

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