Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

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

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 real niggas gon' feel this shit
Vica Versa, Troy
(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 reimbursed ya the truth so you know my fate
And I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate
I wanna make you use yo' mind, God has sent a
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take time
Again I ask, Heaven was and vica versa
Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture, the man?

Do you understand that a war?
It's 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 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 Hell right here, me your ear
Recall the we had to po', for all our niggaz
Hit the Devil with the .44, payback

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

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

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?, so polluted
Up-rooted from all this stupid shit, see me cremated, my to
The climate, so glad I it, elated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know may not be the place to go
Again I ask, was Hell 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 South Georgia rebel, a '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'
Heaven or Hell, do we go?
When we die, eternal or the street of gold
God knows, vica versa