Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
You ready to down here?
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 shit to do but (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them (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 keep chrome to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis it seems
thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives to
Put my faith in my money, help me above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and
In ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I there
year, a diffferent bitch wonder
Who wing she fall under, Push' or Mal'
grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's up my alley
I my family, I want them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners 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 ain't shit to do but (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them (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 guessin' my
They fast to predict the of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it
Malice, he he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he around like he swear he the shit
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the
Don't ask about my music, and how that's 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the
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 neck
Plus, I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they dress this well
I in VA, ride in VA
Most when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to niggas at, in Virginia...

[Chorus Pusha 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 brooks (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...