Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't 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 think we live on a farm? be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and
Got a S Class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo'

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

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

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that 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 sport my beeper on my that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, chaos when I spit
man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
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 like a
Hot boy with hot young ways
I connect three blunts and be high for three days

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

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

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

Ain't gotta 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we 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 spark and to sparkle
Love homies Vokal coats matchin' car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on 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

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

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

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

And the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that ass nigga that 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 thang, y'all 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 gotta
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang