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

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

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

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
Representin' St. every 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 blue
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They gotta 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 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 quarter of some shit, I'm the of the backyard
All and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't 'round here
couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
everywhere wood 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 the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two and three chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches made for and go seek
We got space out here, we can and chief

Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
The Lou is than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

I know you know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new
one, two, three, four, five TV's

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

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

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 ho' ho's

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

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