Luyện nghe bài hát Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)

Yeah, yeah,
Young nigga
Young way, yeah

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 blood on blue
Up forty, let that pistol sing 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 misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's,

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

We gon' pull up with sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue
Up forty, let that pistol sing a melody
all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain on the boulevard
I got that'll put you out your misery
Seven six two, five 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 nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all that action
We up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't on it, they pussy
I they got all these niggas doin' magic
Hold up, ash it, I wanna her
Pussy run up, we put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, it
up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get whacked
Fuck with me, that's regret
I got some 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 Glocks with rounds, huh
Catch an opp, an opp, lay him down
Fuck us, you get murked, facts nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this nigga

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

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