Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

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

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

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome to my bones
Alters my walk to
(Home home)
Since I love the feel, I I'm passionately pimpin'
It what it seems
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 through streets, I pushed and shoved

In ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like summers, I been there
Each year, a different wonder
Who wing she fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all

In Virginia, we smirked at that trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was
But what's the about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J.
like the shit is ok, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm in the mental
I miss you shampoo, we miss you
And grams, too

My
Fo sho

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

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

Seem like they all got a comment to
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my
They fast to predict the of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if got what it take
Malice, he he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he he the shit
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's 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 when's it out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I tried humble, humble get no respect
Now the sign 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, don't dress this well
I reside in VA, in VA
Most likely I die, I'm gon' die in VA
for lovers, but trust there's hate here for out of towners
Who think that they gon' move weight
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang 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 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?)
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?)

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