Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

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

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

In that ole'
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 bitch
Who wing she fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her
Look ma, right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all

In Virginia, we at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But what's the fuss
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J.
Murder like the shit is ok, what our door say
Talk the that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you shampoo, we you shampoo
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 them
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

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?)
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 guessin' my weight
They to predict the outcome of my fate
'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the
You right on both counts, bitch, is us
And are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the and what's they fair
ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin'
Don't ask my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being 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 look like my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this
I reside in VA, in VA
likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here for out of
Who think that they gon' move here
Ironic, the same same place I'm figures at
there's the same land they used to hang niggas at

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 them
(Talk about, what?)
So we pull 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, sell it triple-price, 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?)

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