Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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 S Class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the since I signed fo' reel

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and re-comped the night
hopped 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 show you
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

a Midwest thang, y'all 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 ain't gotta
(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 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 half in yo'

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

You can by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
Probably couldn't 'cause I ain't walkin' 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 half in Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

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 than the Rams, Cards and lil'

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

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

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

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's that bullshit 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 pussy 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, y'all and ain't got a clue
(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 ain't trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang