Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

Yeah,
song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm my best to save my people)
It's
(The people and I will in God)
everything that you thought
Was good, was bad
bad, was really good

(What if Heaven was on nigga?)
The whole world, vica
(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)
Look up in the air,
(We nigga)
(This is what we doin', vica versa)
I know all these real niggas gon' this shit
Versa, Pastor Troy
(Vica Versa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what if was Hell
And vica versa, if I told you go to Hell, would you I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya with the truth so you 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, was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin' in order to nurture, the spirit man?

Do you understand that there's a
It's ragin' on and the Devil got some too
get me wrong, but I put my trust up in the Lord
It's too corrupt, know that God help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I no fear
I done too much Hell 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 tryin' to enter, battle alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a
Know I'm grown, but I'm a baby, it's vica versa
So I guess beg Satan to save me, God I'm confused
The fuse of all motherfuckers, makin' me sick
(Virgin never fucked nobody, but she suck dick)
a clique of nasty concubines and vice-a versa
So she'll do the whole nine, that nasty ho'

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

Heaven is below, while this doja me high to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm to die, my reply for any questions asked
"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 they Heaven may not be the place 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 versa, I'd be and Angel, 'cause 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 splittin' wigs and servin' nicks and shit
This is vica versa no fuckin'
or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal or the street of gold
Only God knows, versa