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

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

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we on a farm? 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
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo'

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya right
I done sold out before and re-comped the night
Straight hopped the next flight, too for sunlight
without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, show you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. every time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got thangs 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 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
man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo'

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

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

I don't care, hell naw I cuttin' 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 chains

Nothing but ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
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 they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, and lil' Arch

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

I know you wanna know why we do 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, five

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 that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't 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 that good line
Wish I find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and 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 some ho' ho's

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

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

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

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