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 that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
we do big thangs 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, Hummer's and
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door
Shit ain't been the same I signed fo' reel

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

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
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 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 on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a 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 what I do is a Lou'
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that 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 and chief

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

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

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

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

And the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that pussy ass that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga like
the K, fuck 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 thangs 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 muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang