Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

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

In ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis
Heat like Caribbean summers, I there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's 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 the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners like O.J. beat
Murder like the shit is ok, that's what our say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm 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?)
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?)

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?)
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 regards to my paper, now they guessin' my
They fast to the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it
Malice, he think he hard, guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around he swear he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you don't
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick the hair
Don't ask my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the
Now face down, on your tummy, or you die
I being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in neck

Plus, I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't this well
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust hate here for out of towners
Who think that they gon' move here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That 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, 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?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't 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 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 lookin' a whole different world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
is real