Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
You ready to come here?
Virginia, nigga
We do this in daylight
a whole different 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, fuck the
(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?)

In my "Home Sweet Home" I chrome next to my bones
my walk to limpin'
(Home home)
Since I the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my
By all means, lost it all, from to love
Put my faith in my money, help me above
See I turned to the Lord when them got tough
Bullied through streets, I pushed and shoved

In that ole'
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
grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all

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

My
Fo sho

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

I'm Virginia, where 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 shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Seem like all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now guessin' my weight
fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk like he swear he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they
Don't ask about the screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it out
I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now down, layin' 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 your

Plus, what I look like spendin' my in jail
I could never be a thug, 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 here for out of
Who think they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' at
That the same land they used to hang niggas at

I'm from Virginia, where 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, re off them
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

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

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