Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

Yeah,
This song is called Goddamn, Vica
(I'm doin' my best to my people)
It's
(The people and I will in God)
Picture that you thought
Was good, was bad
Everything bad, was good

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

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

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

Do you understand there's a war?
ragin' on and the Devil got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my up in the Lord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was and vica versa, I have no fear
I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me ear
the beer we had to po', for all our niggaz
Hit the with the .44, payback nigga

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

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

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

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