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 different degree of homicide, nigga...
You

[Chorus: 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 when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but (Talk about, what?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to
I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It what it seems
That 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 to the Lord when them times got tough
through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all know is gimme, got semis waitin'
like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent wonder
Who wing she fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my
I love my family, I want them all
In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But what's the fuss
See, plenty my partners like O.J.
Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our say
the evil 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 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 when we pull up, it ain't to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Seem they 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 like 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 they fair
ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really 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, I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't 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 that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' at
That there's the same land used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

2X's: 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?)
we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but (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...