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 them thangs on muh'fucker too

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

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

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn
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, show you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
Representin' St. every 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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on 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 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
Quarter man, schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, dick, other half in yo' shit

Keep a 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 blunts and be high for three

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from here
Probably tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
everywhere wood grain to stare

I don't care, naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the in them Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two and three chains

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

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

My dirty's love to spark and to sparkle
Love homies Vokal coats with car doors
We down Skinker, see how fast 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
one, two, three, four, five TV's

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

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

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

put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me face in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' pull the heat

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

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