Luyện nghe bài hát Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)

Yeah, yeah,
nigga world
Young nigga way,

We pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a
Fuck all of talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the
I got something that'll put you out your
Seven point six two, five point six's, two-two-three

With that K, broad day, we hop out and
Young nigga world, young way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not
Caught you lacking after school and at all your friends
It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and you spin again
And if out when you come back then bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to a bin

We gon' pull up with them and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in Balenciagas
I an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up forty, let that pistol sing a melody
all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your marinating on the boulevard
I got that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, point five six's, two-two-three

Two-two-three,
Carbon-9's, all on me
Fuck me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that
We up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't on it, they pussy
I swear they got all niggas doin' magic
Hold up, ash it, I wanna her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a
it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get whacked
Fuck with me, that's your
I got niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or you offended
You niggas pussy, you don't want no
All of my will turn you to past tense
We got with hundred rounds, huh
an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
Fuck us, you get murked, facts nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, brrat nigga

We gon' pull up with sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue
I caught an opp, now I got blood on Balenciagas
Up that forty, let pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of talking, we can go to war
your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your
Seven point six two, five point six's, two-two-three

Yeah, Melly
And I'm back, yeah,
I'm on a 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Can't swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young world baby, young nigga world baby
Young ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey