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 thangs on that muh'fucker 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 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 Rovers' and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't the door seal
Shit been the same since I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, I hit 4 mill
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 sell out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you heard me

I'm the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. every 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 them 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 muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

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

a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a
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 from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood grain to

I care, hell naw I ain't 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

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

Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the they catchin' 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 dirty's to spark and love to sparkle
Love homies Vokal coats with matchin' car
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be like like Ricky Ricardo

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

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

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

Pull right here, eight of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' blunts and Heineken
in the back 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 keep bullshit clear
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

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

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