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 blue
And I got them thangs on that 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 thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

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

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn
I sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too 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 time I breathe
In the city, I down 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 blue
And I got thangs on that muh'fucker 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 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, chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the 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 by the way I walk, I ain't 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 wood 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 the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and chains

Nothing but some ole country boys 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 'bout nobody approachin' 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, Cards and lil'

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

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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 thang

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that clear
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too

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