Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

[Chorus: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm Virginia, where ain't 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 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 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' the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, lives to love
Put my faith in my money, me rise above
See I to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all they know is gimme, got waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been
Each year, a diffferent bitch
Who she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of them cross her mind
ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But what's the about?
See, plenty my feelin' like O.J.
Beat murder like the is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we you Shampoo
And grams, too...

My nigga...
Fo sho...

[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 brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we 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 to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he he the shit
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are things that you don't discuss
ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I like 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 hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, ain't shit 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 when we pull up, it ain't 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...