Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
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 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, them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

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In my "Home Sweet Home" I chrome next to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm pimpin'
It what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all
Lost it all, from lives to
Put my faith in my money, help me rise
See I turned to the Lord when them got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I and shoved
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I there
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 my family, I want them all happy
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 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 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 ain't to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Seem they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my
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 like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, is us
And there are some that you don't discuss
Don't ask me the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin'
Don't ask about my album, or when's it out
'Cause I feel you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I tried humble, humble get no respect
Now the sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my in jail
I could never be a thug, they dress this well
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 place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang at, in Virginia...

2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm Virginia, where 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 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' a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...