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 Cutlass
And I got thangs 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, it's a thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you we live 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 the door seal
Shit ain't 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
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 before and re-comped the same
hopped the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you heard me

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, show you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
St. Louis every 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 Cutlass
And I got thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

I sport my beeper on my boots why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other 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 with hot ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three

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

I don't care, hell naw I 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

but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches made for and go seek
We got space out here, we can and chief

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

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

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass
Brand new twenty-two's on new
With one, two, three, four, five

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

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

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

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

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
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, a Midwest thang