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 thangs on that muh'fucker 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

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for
We got Benz's 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 shit got ill, I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at
Did seven on the slide, 8
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 before and the same night
Straight hopped the flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, 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. every time I breathe
In the city, I touch 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 blue
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't gotta worry nobody approachin' 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, Cards and Arch

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

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

It's a 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

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, it's a Midwest

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

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

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

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

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, 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