Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

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

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. 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

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

I sport my beeper on my boots that's why I be a 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

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the of the backyard
All colors and all 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 'cause 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 cuttin' my
To the half in Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two and three chains

Nothing but ole country 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 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

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

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

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

Pull right here, eight pounds of
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
Hidin' in the 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 don't
Nann nigga, nann hoe, keep that bullshit clear
They had me face in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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