Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they 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

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 the same since I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, when I hit 4
and countin', dirty 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' sell out", ya right
I done sold out before and re-comped the same
hopped the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll you eight
Karats in one bling, starched jeans
St. Louis every time I breathe
In the city, I touch 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 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 thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

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

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

You can tell by the way I walk, I 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 everywhere grain 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 and three chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride 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 'bout approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
The Lou is than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

I you wanna know why we do what we do
You cats got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
Brand new 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 gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

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

Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay some blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man some ho' ho's

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

And leave the D-tects with a leak in the
And that ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this 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, and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang