Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You ready to do this,
You ready to come down
It's Virginia,
We do this in broad
It's a whole different 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, fuck the
(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?)

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

In that Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are
No money, all they know is gimme, got waitin'
Heat like summers, I been there
year, a different bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
Ganga grinds, wit' me, thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
ma, that's right up my alley
I my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I the chase was wild
But what's the fuss
See, plenty my partners feelin' O.J. beat
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 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 brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we 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 them
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Seem like all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
They fast to predict the of my fate
Wonderin' Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the
And Pusha, he walk around like he he the shit
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are things that you don't discuss
ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin'
Don't ask about my album, or when's it out
'Cause I feel you really being funny on the slide
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 look like spendin' my in jail
I could never be a thug, they dress this well
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 for out of towners
Who think that they move weight here
Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same they used to hang niggas at

I'm from Virginia, where 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?)

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 whole world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
is real