Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, 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, y'all and they ain't trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest 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, ain't broke the seal
Shit ain't the same since I signed fo' reel

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You sell out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and the same night
Straight hopped the flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

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

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(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 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 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, schoolboy, half Lunatic
rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit

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

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

I don't care, 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 thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

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

Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the time catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my 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 with car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
Granny be ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna know why we do we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, five

It's a Midwest thang, 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)
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
on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do bleed

Pull right here, eight pounds of
Two stay hittin' some and Heineken
Hidin' in the with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that clear
They had me face down in the
watchin', thinkin' I'ma 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 like
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a 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 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