Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them 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 on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and
Got a green S Class, broke the door seal
Shit been the same since I signed fo' reel

shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
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 hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya right
I done out before and re-comped the same night
Straight the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
St. Louis every time I breathe
In the city, I touch and I bob and weave, ay

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 gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest 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 chaos I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other in yo' shit

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood to stare

I care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air 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 country boys that V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go
We got space out here, we can and chief

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

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

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You cats 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 they 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 gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, keep that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', I'ma pull the heat

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

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

a Midwest 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