Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
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 muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

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

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn
I done sold out before and re-comped the night
Straight the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you heard me

I'm the Show-Me State, show 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 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 ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass
new twenty-two's 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 Cutlass
And I got thangs on that muh'fucker too

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

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

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two hittin' some blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

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

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

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