Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

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 them
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep next to my bones
Alters my to limpin'
(Home home)
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm 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, me rise above
See I turned to the when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and

In that Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they is gimme, got semis waitin'
like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a different wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
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 at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners like O.J. beat
like the shit is ok, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the
I miss you shampoo, we you shampoo
And grams, too

My
Fo sho

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

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

Seem like they all got a to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my
They fast to predict the outcome of my
Wonderin' Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things you don't discuss
Don't ask me the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's '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 being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus, what I like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's 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 they used to hang 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?)
we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but
(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 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' into a different world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
is real