Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

[Chorus: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, 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 shit to do but (Talk about, what?)

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

My nigga...
Fo sho...

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

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

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