Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

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

T]
In my "Home Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all
Lost it all, from to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise
See I turned to the Lord when them got tough
Bullied streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' cross her mind
ma, that's right up my alley
I my family, I want them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' O.J.
Beat murder like the shit is OK, what our door say
the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we miss you
And grams, too...

My nigga...
Fo sho...

[Chorus 2X's: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Seem they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got 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 there are things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the and what's they fair
Don't ask about the screamin' chick with the hair
ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, on your tummy, or you die
I tried humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm 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 same place I'm makin' at
That there's the same land they used to hang at, in Virginia...

[Chorus 2X's: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but (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 pull up, it ain't 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...