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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

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

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you we live on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the seal
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 seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my third Bentley by the I'm at 9

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
I sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight 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 you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
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 Cutlass
And I got thangs 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, a Midwest thang

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

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
everywhere wood grain to stare

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

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

Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody us
By the they catchin' 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 and love to sparkle
Love Vokal coats with matchin' car doors
We down Skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky

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

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(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)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

I'm sittin' on the front porch, 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 bleed

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

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

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

a Midwest 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, it's a Midwest