Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
You ready to down 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?)
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 to do but look (Talk about, what?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep next to my bones
Alters my walk to
I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it
That thing through the seams 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 Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all they is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them her mind
Look ma, that's right up my
I love my family, I them all happy
In Virginia, we at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But what's the fuss
See, my partners feelin' like O.J.
Beat 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, where ain't to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, 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 to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it
Malice, he he hard, tough 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 things you don't discuss
ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how comin' 'bout
ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no
Now the first sign of trouble, a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't this well
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely 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 place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...

[Chorus 2X's: 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 we pull up, it ain't 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...