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 thangs on that muh'fucker too

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

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

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

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

I'm from the State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I down 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 thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a 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, 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, it's chaos when I
Quarter man, schoolboy, half Lunatic
rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 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, naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
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 three

Nothing but some ole country boys that 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 'bout nobody us
By the time catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, and lil' Arch

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

I know you wanna know why we do we do
You ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
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 blue
And I got them thangs on that 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 Midwest

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

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' some 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 the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', I'ma pull the heat

And the D-tects with a leak 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 granny 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

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