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 them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(They ain't 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, broke the door seal
ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, 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 right
I done sold out before and the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
Dunkin' without Sprite, you heard me dirty

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

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

a Midwest 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 thang

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

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

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

I care, hell 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 what I do is a Lou'
One rapper, two and three chains

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

Ain't 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, Cards and Arch

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

I know you wanna know why we do 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

a Midwest 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, and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

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

Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' blunts and Heineken
in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they 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', I'ma pull the heat

And leave the with a leak 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'

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