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 blue
And I got thangs 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 thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you we live on a farm? 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
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo'

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 Bentley by the time I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out", ya damn right
I sold 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, me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I down 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 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 boots that's why I be a buzz when I
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo'

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 blunts and be high for days

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

I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
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 chains

but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go
We got out here, we can ride and chief

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

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

I know you wanna know why we do 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

a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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 gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

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

Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man 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', thinkin' I'ma the heat

And leave the D-tects a leak in the skreet
And pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this like NYPD
Beat the K, coke, now I'm back on my granny porch 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 gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang