Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You ready to do this,
You ready to down here?
Virginia, nigga...
We do this in daylight...
It's a whole 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, fuck the (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?)

T]
In my "Home Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I I'm passionately pimpin'
It what 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, help me 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, nine are
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis
Heat like summers, I been there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them her mind
Look ma, that's up my alley
I love my family, I them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But the fuss about?
See, plenty my feelin' like O.J.
Beat like the shit is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the
I miss you Shampoo, we 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, sell it triple-price, fuck the (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but (Talk about, what?)

Seem like all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
They fast to the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and they fair
Don't ask the loud screamin' 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 really being on the slide
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a up in your neck
Plus, what I like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they dress this well
I in VA, ride in VA
likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate
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 they used 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, it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, them brooks (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 lookin' into a different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...