Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You ready to do this,
You ready to come here?
Virginia, nigga...
We do this in daylight...
It's a whole different of homicide, nigga...
You

Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't to do but look (Talk about, what?)

T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my
my walk to limpin'
Since I the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It what it seems
That imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives to
Put my in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got
through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole'
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or
Ganga grinds, me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's up my alley
I love my family, I them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the was wild
But what's the about?
See, plenty my feelin' like O.J.
Beat murder the shit is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the evil men do, I'm lost in the mental
I you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo
And grams, too...

My nigga...
Fo sho...

[Chorus Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them (Talk about, what?)
So we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Seem like all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it
Malice, he he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, is us
And there are some things you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick the hair
Don't ask my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it out
'Cause I like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, on your tummy, or you die
I tried humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in neck
Plus, what I like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress well
I in VA, ride in VA
Most when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
for lovers, but trust there's hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' at
That there's the same land they used to niggas at, in Virginia...

2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't to do but look (Talk about, what?)

Young'n... (Talk about, what?)
is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
is real...
Live...