Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

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

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep next to my bones
Alters my walk to
(Home home)
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately
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 when them times got
Bullied through streets, I pushed and shoved

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

In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But what's the fuss
See, my partners feelin' like O.J. beat
Murder the shit is ok, that's what our door say
the evil 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 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 brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

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

like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my
They fast to predict the of my fate
'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some that you don't discuss
ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' with 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 down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a up in your neck

Plus, what I like spendin' my nights in jail
I never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I in VA, ride in VA
likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here for out of
Who think that they gon' weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' at
there's the same land they used to hang niggas at

I'm from Virginia, where ain't to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the
(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?)

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 brooks
(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 into a whole different world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
is real