Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

[Chorus: 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, re-off them (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 chrome next to my
Alters my to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I I'm passionately pimpin'
It what it seems
That imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives to
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, are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got waitin'
Heat Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent bitch
Who wing she gon' fall under, or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' cross her mind
Look ma, right up my alley
I love my family, I them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I the chase was wild
But what's the fuss
See, plenty my partners feelin' O.J.
murder like the shit is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we you Shampoo
And grams, too...

My nigga...
Fo sho...

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

Seem like they all got a comment to
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
They fast to the outcome 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 things you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's 'bout
Don't ask my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being on the slide
Now face down, layin' on 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 spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they dress this well
I in VA, ride in VA
Most likely I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's here
For out-of-towners, who that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
there's the same land 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?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, the books (Talk about, what?)
we re-up, re-locate, re-off them 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 into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...