Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You ready to do this,
You ready to come here?
Virginia, nigga...
We do this in daylight...
It's a whole different of homicide, nigga...
You

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

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I chrome next to my bones
my walk to limpin'
Since I the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it
That thing imprintin' through the of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, lives to love
Put my in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and
In that Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got waitin'
like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, right up my alley
I my family, I want them 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 shit is OK, what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we miss you
And grams, too...

My nigga...
Fo sho...

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

Seem like they all got a to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
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 walk around he swear he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and they fair
Don't ask about the loud chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin'
ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you being funny on the slide
Now down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in
I never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I in VA, ride 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 move weight here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

[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?)

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...