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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, and they 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

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

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

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you
Karats in one bling, heavily 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 thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' 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, it's when 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 and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young
'Cause I connect three blunts and be for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood 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 boys that ride V-12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can 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, and lil' Arch

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

I you wanna know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the 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 on that muh'fucker too

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

I'm sittin' on the front porch, a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to 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 hittin' some blunts and
in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

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

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

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