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 them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
While we 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? be for real
We got Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, broke the door seal
Shit been the same since I signed fo' reel

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 third Bentley by the I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and 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, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's 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, half
Quarter rubber, dick, other half in yo' shit

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

You can by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin'
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
everywhere wood grain to stare

I don't care, naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in Air force 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 V-12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go
We got space out here, we can ride and

gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' 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 car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be like ay-yi-yi Ricky 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, TV's

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 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, a Midwest thang

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

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

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

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and 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