Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

This got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at
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 done out before and re-comped the same night
Straight the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you heard me

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

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 that too

It's a Midwest swang, 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 when I
Maybe it's on my lips, chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, half in yo' shit

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the of the backyard
All colors and all types like a
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 from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with 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 force 1's, 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 ride V-12
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

Ain't gotta 'bout 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 dirty's love to spark and love to
Love homies Vokal coats with matchin' car
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be like like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You ain't 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, 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 gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

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

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

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

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

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

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