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 on that muh'fucker too

a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't 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 live on a farm? be for real
We got Benz's and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, broke the door seal
Shit ain't 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 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and re-comped the same
Straight hopped the flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. every time 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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that 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 hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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

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

but some 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 out here, we can ride and chief

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

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new
one, two, three, four, five TV's

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

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they gotta trip
(They ain't 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, writin' a hood
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good
I would find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and if I do somebody bleed

Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
Hidin' in the with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they ho' ho's

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

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

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