Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

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 up, it ain't shit 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 love the feel, I guess I'm passionately
It 'tis it seems
That thing imprintin' the seams of my jeans
By all means, lost it all, lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise
See I turned to the Lord them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I and shoved

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

In Virginia, we smirked at that trial
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But the fuss about?
See, plenty my feelin' like O.J. beat
Murder like the shit is ok, 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, 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 shit to do but
(Talk about, what?)

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

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

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

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 brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we 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, 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?)

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