Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

[Chorus: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't 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?)

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

My nigga...
Fo sho...

[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?)
we re-up, re-locate, re-off 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 to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it
Malice, he he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, is us
And there are some things that you don't
ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin'
Don't ask my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being on the slide
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I being humble, humble get no respect
Now the sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' weight here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

[Chorus 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 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 into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...