Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
You ready to come down
It's Virginia,
We do this in broad
It's a 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 brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

In my "Home Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
(Home home)
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately
It what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the of my jeans
By all means, lost it all, from lives to
Put my faith in my money, help me rise
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 know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her
Look ma, that's right up my
I my family, I want them all happy

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

My
Fo sho

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

like they all got a comment to make
In to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if 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 both counts, bitch, is us
And there are some things that you don't
Don't ask me the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask the loud screamin' chick with the hair
ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
'Cause I feel you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no
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 likely when I die, I'm die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate for out of towners
Who think that gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the land they used to hang niggas at

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 brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we up, it ain't shit 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, the books
(Talk about, what?)
we re up, re locate, re off them 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?)
is real