Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

[Chorus: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, ain't 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, them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to
Since I the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It what 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, help me rise
See I turned to the Lord when them got tough
through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been
Each year, a diffferent bitch
Who wing she gon' fall under, or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' cross her mind
Look ma, that's up my alley
I love my family, I want all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that trial
Yeah, I the chase was wild
But the fuss about?
See, my partners feelin' like O.J.
Beat murder like the is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the evil 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 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?)

Seem they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my
Wonderin' 'bout and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's 'bout
Don't ask my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you being funny on the slide
Now down, layin' on your 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 like my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this
I in VA, ride in VA
likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but there's hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang at, in Virginia...

[Chorus Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't 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, re-off them (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it 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 different world, (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...