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 on that muh'fucker too

a Midwest 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, a Midwest thang

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

This shit got ill, I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my third by the time I'm at 9

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

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

a Midwest 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

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

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

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

I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
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 chains

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

gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

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, five

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)
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 that good line
Wish I find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do bleed

Pull right here, eight of Chinamen
Two hittin' some 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 that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', thinkin' pull the heat

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

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

a Midwest 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