Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm Virginia, where 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 shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome to my bones
my walk to limpin'
Since I the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis it seems
That thing through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives to
Put my faith in my money, help me rise
See I turned to the Lord when them times got
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all they is gimme, got semis 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 of fuckin' them cross her mind
ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all
In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But what's the fuss
See, my partners feelin' like O.J.
Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the
I you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo
And grams, too...

My nigga...
Fo sho...

[Chorus 2X's: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where 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 when we pull up, it shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Seem like they all got a comment to
In regards to my paper, now guessin' my weight
They to predict the outcome of my fate
'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around he swear he the shit
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And are some things that 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 about my music, and how that's 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it out
'Cause I like you really 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, a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this
I reside in VA, 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 weight
Ironic, the same same place I'm figures at
That there's the same land used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

[Chorus 2X's: 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, re-off them (Talk about, what?)
So when we 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 into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...