Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

Yeah,
This is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm my best to save 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 world, vica versa
(Good is bad)
versa
(Bad is good)
(Dear am I the only one?)
This here, goddamn, gon'

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

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

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

My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle
And to deal with all wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby, it's vica
So I guess I'll beg to save me, God I'm confused
The fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me
(Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she dick)
With a of nasty concubines and vice-a 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
me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's vica

Heaven is below, while this keep me high to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm ready to die, my for any questions asked
"The Devil made me do it", who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so
Up-rooted all this stupid shit, see me cremated, my adaptation to
The climate, so glad I made it, elated they gon' go to Heaven
But do know Heaven 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 ya, follow me

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