Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

I'm from Virginia, ain't shit 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 to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

In my "Home Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to
(Home home)
Since I the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis it seems
That thing imprintin' 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 to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and

In that Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got waitin'
Heat Caribbean summers, I been there
year, a different bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my
I my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But what's the about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J.
Murder like the shit is ok, what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the
I miss you shampoo, we miss you
And grams, too

My
Fo sho

I'm from Virginia, 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 pull up, it shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where 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 when we pull up, it ain't to do but look
(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 outcome of my
Wonderin' 'bout and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the
And Pusha, he walk around like he he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin'
Don't ask my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you being funny on the slide
Now face down, on your tummy, or you die
I tried humble, humble get no respect
Now the first of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus, what I look like spendin' my in jail
I never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, in VA
Most when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate 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

I'm from Virginia, where 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?)

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 them
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

(Talk about, what?)
This is real,
(Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a different world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
This is