Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You to do this, nigga?
You ready to come here?
Virginia, nigga
We do this in daylight
a whole different degree of homicide, nigga
You

I'm from Virginia, where 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 shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

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

In ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been
Each year, a different bitch
Who wing she gon' under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them her mind
Look ma, that's up my alley
I love my family, I want all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson
Yeah, I the chase was wild
But the fuss about?
See, my partners feelin' like O.J. beat
Murder like the shit is ok, that's 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 Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(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?)

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

Seem like they all got a to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
They to predict the outcome 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 both counts, bitch, is us
And there are things that you don't discuss
ask me 'bout 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 comin' 'bout
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 being humble, humble get no
Now the first sign of trouble, a hole up in your neck

Plus, what I look like spendin' my in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't 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 here for out of
Who that 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 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?)

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

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