Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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

It's a swang, y'all 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 thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the seal
Shit ain't been the 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
be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
I done out before and re-comped the same night
Straight the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. Louis every 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 swang, y'all 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 sport my beeper on my boots that's why I be a buzz I kick
Maybe on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other in yo' shit

Keep a of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young
'Cause I three 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 nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, 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 Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou'
One rapper, two and three chains

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

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

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

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, five

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that 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 thang

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

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

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

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

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