Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia

You ready to do this,
You ready to come down
Virginia, nigga
We do this in broad
It's a different degree of homicide, nigga
You

I'm from Virginia, ain't shit 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 brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

In my "Home Sweet Home" I chrome next to my bones
my walk to limpin'
(Home home)
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm pimpin'
It 'tis it seems
thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans
By all means, it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise
See I turned to the Lord them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and

In that Virginey
Out of ten niggas, are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I there
Each year, a bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, right up my alley
I my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson
Yeah, I the chase was wild
But what's the about?
See, my partners feelin' like O.J. beat
Murder like the shit is ok, what our door say
the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you shampoo, we miss you
And grams, too

My
Fo sho

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

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

like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they my weight
They fast to the outcome of my fate
'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk like he swear he the shit
You on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the
Don't ask about my music, and how that's 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or it comin' out
'Cause I feel you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a up in your neck

Plus, what I look spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, don't dress this well
I in VA, ride in VA
Most likely I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate for out of towners
Who think that gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same I'm makin' figures at
there's the same land they used to hang niggas at

I'm from Virginia, where shit to do but cook
(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 shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the
(Talk about, what?)
we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

(Talk about, what?)
This is real,
(Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole different world,
(Talk about, what?)
This is