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 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 shit to do but
(Talk about, what?)

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

In that Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' 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 was wild
But what's the fuss
See, plenty my partners feelin' O.J. beat
Murder like the is ok, that's what our door say
Talk the evil men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you shampoo, we miss you
And grams, too

My
Fo sho

I'm Virginia, where 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 we pull 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?)
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 pull up, it ain't shit to do but
(Talk about, what?)

Seem like they all got a to make
In to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the 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 he the shit
You right on counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and they fair
Don't ask about the loud chick with the hair
ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I tried humble, humble get no respect
Now the first of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus, I look 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 I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate for out of towners
Who think they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same I'm makin' figures at
That the same land they used to hang niggas at

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