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 them thangs on that too

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

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

This shit got ill, when I hit 4
Five and countin', six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my third 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
Straight hopped the 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
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
St. Louis 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 thangs 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 thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

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

a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky 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 ain't 'round here
couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's wood grain to stare

I don't care, naw I ain't 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 and three chains

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

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

My dirty's love to and love to sparkle
Love homies Vokal coats with car doors
We down Skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna know why we do we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass 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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

a Midwest 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, it's a Midwest

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

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man 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
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

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

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

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and 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