Luyện nghe bài hát Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)

Yeah, yeah,
nigga world
Young way, yeah

We pull up with 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 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 misery
Seven point six two, five five six's, two-two-three

that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young nigga world, nigga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not
Caught you after school 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 spin
And if they out you come back then bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just you how to spin a bin

We gon' up with them 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 a melody
Fuck all of talking, we can go to war
Leave your marinating on the boulevard
I got something 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
Fuck me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that
We pull up with pistols, you that we blasting
These niggas ain't on it, they pussy
I swear they got all these niggas doin'
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
with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or you offended
You niggas pussy, you want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to tense
We got Glocks with rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him
Fuck with us, you get murked, nigga
Big B's, twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga

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

Yeah, baby
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 world baby, young world baby
Young ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey