Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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 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 on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest 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, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door
Shit ain't been the 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
be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9

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

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

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)
While we 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 I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I
man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, dick, other half in yo' shit

a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky 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 by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood to stare

I don't care, hell naw I cuttin' my hair
To the in them Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can and chief

Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody us
By the they 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 coats with matchin' car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be like ay-yi-yi like Ricardo

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
new twenty-two's 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 on that muh'fucker too

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

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

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

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

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