Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You ready to do this,
You ready to come here?
Virginia, nigga...
We do in broad daylight...
a whole different 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, it triple-price, fuck 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?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I chrome next to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis it seems
That thing imprintin' through the of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from to love
Put my in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them got tough
through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I there
Each year, a diffferent wonder
Who wing she fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' cross her mind
Look ma, right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all
In Virginia, we smirked at that trial
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But what's the about?
See, plenty my partners like O.J.
Beat like the shit 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 2X's: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm Virginia, where 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, re-off them (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Seem like all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my
Wonderin' Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the
And Pusha, he walk like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, is us
And there are some things you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's fair
Don't ask the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
'Cause I feel you really being funny on the slide
Now down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my in jail
I could never be a thug, they dress this well
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely I die, I'm gon' die in VA
for lovers, but trust there's hate here
For out-of-towners, who think they gon' move weight 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, ain't 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, re-off them (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...