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 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 live on a farm? Nigga be for
We got Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a S Class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the since I signed fo' reel

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

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
I sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, you heard 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 touch and I bob and weave, ay

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 muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big 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, schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other in yo' shit

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

You can by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood 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 three

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

Ain't worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we 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 love to
Love homies Vokal coats with car doors
We down Skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like ay-yi-yi like Ricardo

I you wanna know 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, five

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

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

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

Pull right here, eight of Chinamen
Two stay some blunts and Heineken
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
Nann nigga, hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', I'ma pull the heat

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

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

It's a 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