Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
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, it's a Midwest

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

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

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

I'm the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis every time I
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 blue
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 Midwest

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

Keep a of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a
Hot young boy hot young ways
'Cause I three blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round
Probably couldn't tell 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, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
To the half in them Air 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three

Nothing but 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

gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil'
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' Skinker, see how fast our car go
be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and 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, 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 Midwest

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

right 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
nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', I'ma pull the heat

And the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my
Gon' give it to this like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm back on my 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 thangs on that too

It's a 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