Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

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 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

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 green S Class, ain't the door seal
Shit ain't the same since I signed fo' reel

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

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
I done sold out before and 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 jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

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

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

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

a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young
I connect three blunts and be high for three days

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

I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
To the half in Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three

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 'bout approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

My dirty's love to spark and love to
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 why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, TV's

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

It's a Midwest swang, 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 porch, writin' a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good
Wish I would find, one seed in my
Sticks and shit if I do somebody

right here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' blunts 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 bullshit
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

And leave the with a leak in the skreet
And that ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga 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 Cutlass
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

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