Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

a Midwest 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 thang

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

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

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

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

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

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, a Midwest thang

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

Keep a quarter of shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types a junkyard
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 ain't from here
Probably couldn't 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
TV's everywhere grain to stare

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

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches made for hide and go
We got out here, we can ride and chief

Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil'
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

I know you 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, five

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

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

right 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 ho' ho's

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

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

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 that too

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