Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, 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, and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing 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 Nigga 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 shit got ill, I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at
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' sell out", ya right
I sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
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 starched
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 blue
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and 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

I sport my beeper on my boots that's why I be a buzz I kick
Maybe on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo'

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

You can by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
couldn't tell 'cause 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, hell naw I ain't my hair
To the half in them Air force 1's, 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 boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back porches made for 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 more than the Rams, Cards and lil'

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

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

It's a Midwest thang, 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 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 thang

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

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two stay some blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

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

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

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(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 thang