Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

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

This shit got ill, when I hit 4
Five and countin', dirty six at
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 sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. Louis every time I
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 thangs on 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

I sport my beeper on my boots that's why I be a buzz I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's when I spit
man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, 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 ways
I connect three blunts and be high for three days

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

I don't care, hell naw I ain't my hair
To the half in Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two and three chains

Nothing but some ole country that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

Ain't gotta worry 'bout 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, Cards and lil'

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
be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

I know you know why we do what we do
You ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
Brand new on new UP's
one, two, three, four, five TV's

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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 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, a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good
I would find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do bleed

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two hittin' some blunts 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 know the don't fear
nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat

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

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