Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
You to come down here?
Virginia, nigga...
We do in broad daylight...
It's a whole different of homicide, nigga...
You

Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't to do but look (Talk about, what?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep next to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
Since I the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all
it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got
Bullied streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all know is gimme, got semis waitin'
like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my
I love my family, I them all happy
In Virginia, we at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But what's the fuss
See, plenty my partners like O.J.
Beat murder like the is OK, that's what our door say
the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we you Shampoo
And grams, too...

My nigga...
Fo sho...

[Chorus 2X's: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Seem they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now guessin' my weight
They to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the
And Pusha, he around like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, is us
And there are some that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin'
ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I tried humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in neck
Plus, I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I in VA, ride in VA
Most when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move here
Ironic, the same same I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to niggas at, in Virginia...

2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off brooks (Talk about, what?)
So we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Young'n... (Talk about, what?)
is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...