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 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

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

shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', six at will
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' sell out", ya right
I sold out before and re-comped the same 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, show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
St. Louis every 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 blue
And I got thangs on that muh'fucker too

a Midwest swang, y'all 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

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

Keep a quarter of shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a
Hot young boy hot young ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round
Probably couldn't 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a 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 force 1's, me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

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

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

My dirty's love to spark and love to
Love homies Vokal coats matchin' car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be like like Ricky Ricardo

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, TV's

It's a Midwest thang, 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 on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

Pull right here, eight pounds of
Two stay hittin' some blunts and
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they ho' ho's

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep 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 that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga NYPD
the K, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'

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