Luyện nghe bài hát Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)

Yeah, yeah,
Young nigga
nigga way, yeah

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

With that K, day, we hop out and spray
nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout 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
Unload the clip, the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to 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 Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a
Fuck all of talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your
point 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
all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you that we blasting
These ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear they got all these niggas doin'
up, ash it, I wanna fuck 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 regret
I got some niggas who be with it
You niggas pussy, you or you pussy offended
You pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to past
We got Glocks hundred 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 them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue
I caught an opp, now I got on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let pistol sing a melody
all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your
Seven point six two, five five six's, two-two-three

Yeah, baby
And I'm back, yeah,
I'm on a 'nother 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 with them sharks nigga, I'm for real, hey