Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm Virginia, where ain't 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 them (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
my walk to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I 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 faith in my money, help me above
See I turned to the Lord them times got tough
Bullied through streets, I pushed and shoved
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they is gimme, got semis waitin'
like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her
Look ma, that's up my alley
I love my family, I them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that trial
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But what's the about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' O.J.
Beat murder the shit is OK, that's what 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 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, them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but (Talk about, what?)

Seem like they all got a comment to
In to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the of my fate
Wonderin' Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the
And Pusha, he around like he swear he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you discuss
ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick the hair
ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it out
'Cause I like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, 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, what I look like spendin' my nights in
I never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's here
For out-of-towners, who think they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

[Chorus Pusha 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 shit to do but look (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...