Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

Yeah,
This song is Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm doin' my to save my people)
like
(The and I will rely in God)
Picture everything that you
Was good, was bad
Everything bad, was really

(What if was on Earth nigga?)
The whole world, versa
(Good is bad)
Vica
(Bad is good)
(Dear am I the only one?)
This shit here, goddamn,

Gon' get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
Smoke shit
(It's all versa)
Look up in the air,
(We nigga)
(This is we doin', it's vica versa)
I know all these real niggas gon' this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor
(Vica Versa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what if Heaven was
And versa, if I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
I ya with the truth so you know my fate
And I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate
I make you use yo' mind, God has sent a sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your
Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica
Would you start evil in order to nurture, the spirit man?

Do you understand there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the Devil got ammo too
get me wrong, but I put my trust up in the Lord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no
I witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear
Recall the beer we had to po', for all our
Hit the Devil with the .44, nigga

My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle
And to deal all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby, it's versa
So I guess beg Satan to save me, God I'm confused
The fuse of all these motherfuckers, me sick
(Virgin Mary never nobody, but she suck dick)
a clique of nasty concubines and vice-a versa
So probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho'

I don't know where I'ma go Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed and the Earth
Jesus equipped with Angels
The Devil's with fire
For God so love the world that he the thug with rocks
Won't stop until they me
me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's versa

Heaven is below, while this keep me high to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm ready to die, my reply for any questions
"The Devil made me do it", the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
Up-rooted from all stupid shit, see me cremated, my adaptation to
The climate, so glad I made it, that they gon' go to Heaven
But do know Heaven may not be the place to go
Again I ask, was Hell and vica versa, the Devil's in me
And be damned if I'm gon let God hurt ya, follow me

If it was vica versa, I'd be and Angel, 'cause I'm a
A down South rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
on all the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and wigs and servin' nicks and talkin' shit
This is versa no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or Hell, do we go?
When we die, eternal or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica