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 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 muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a Nigga be for real
We got Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
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
I'll be on my third by the time I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn
I done sold out before and 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, starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis every I breathe
In the city, I touch 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 thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a 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 chaos 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 a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for days

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

I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
To the half in them Air force 1's, me two pair, ugh
I'm from the and what I do is a Lou' thang
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 porches for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

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

My dirty's love to spark and to sparkle
homies Vokal coats 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 twenty-two's on new
one, two, three, four, five 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 they ain't 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 porch, writin' a hood rhyme
on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one seed in my
Sticks and shit if I do somebody

right here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some blunts and
in the back with 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
nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me face in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' pull the heat

And leave the D-tects with a leak in the
And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my
Gon' give it to this 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 them on that muh'fucker too

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