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 thangs on 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, it's a Midwest

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't the door seal
Shit been 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 Bentley by the time I'm at 9

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

I'm from the State, show 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 thang, y'all 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 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
Maybe it's on my lips, it's when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, half in yo' shit

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 blunts and be high for three days

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

I don't care, naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the in them 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 boys that V-12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
Back made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can and chief

Ain't gotta worry nobody approachin' us
By the time catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
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 ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna why we do what 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, TV's

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 that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and 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
Waitin' on my to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one seed in my
Sticks and shit if I do 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 the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that clear
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

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

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 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, it's a Midwest