Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
You ready to down here?
Virginia, nigga...
We do this in 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?)
Pack it up, it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep next to my bones
my walk to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I I'm passionately pimpin'
It what it seems
That thing through the seams of my jeans, by all means
it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got
Bullied streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all they is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent wonder
Who wing she gon' under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' cross her mind
Look ma, right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all
In Virginia, we at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But what's the fuss
See, plenty my feelin' like O.J.
murder 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 Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, 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 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 guessin' my
They fast to predict the of my fate
Wonderin' Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around 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
ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
'Cause I like you really being funny on the slide
Now down, layin' 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 your
Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in
I could never be a thug, they don't 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 hate
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm figures at
That there's the same land they to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

[Chorus 2X's: T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, 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, them brooks (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 different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...