Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

(What if Heaven was on nigga?)
The whole world, vica
(Good is bad)
Vica
(Bad is good)
(Dear Lord am I the one?)
This here, goddamn, gon'

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what if was Hell
And vica versa, if I told you go to Hell, you tell I cursed ya?
I ya with the truth so you know my fate
And pray I die, I'm that nigga that love to hate
I make you use yo' mind, God has sent a sign
And you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, was hell and vica versa
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
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust up in the
It's too corrupt, that God gon' help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no
I done witnessed too much right here, lend me your ear
Recall the we had to po', for all our niggaz
Hit the with the .44, payback nigga

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

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

Heaven is below, while doja keep 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?, so polluted
Up-rooted from all this shit, see me cremated, my adaptation to
The climate, so glad I made it, elated they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know may not be the place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was and vica versa, the Devil's in me
And I'll be damned if I'm gon let God hurt ya, me

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