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 thangs on that muh'fucker too

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

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you 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 the door seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo'

shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
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' sell out", ya damn
I done sold out and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you me dirty

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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 muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

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

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

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

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

Nothing but some ole country that ride V-12 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

gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my be red, my lips 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 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 ain't got a clue, why the blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
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 thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and 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'm sittin' on the front porch, a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver 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' some blunts and
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they ho' ho's

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep bullshit clear
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

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

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 ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest