Luyện nghe bài hát Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)

Yeah, yeah,
nigga world
Young way, yeah

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

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

We gon' pull up with them and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that 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, five point six's, two-two-three

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

We gon' pull up with them and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue
Up forty, let that 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 misery
Seven six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

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