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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You sell out", ya damn right
I done sold out 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 show you
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. every time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

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)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

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

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from here
Probably tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's wood grain 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 Lou' and what I do is a Lou'
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

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

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

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
Brand new 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 Cutlass
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

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

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

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

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

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

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 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, it's a Midwest