Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

Yeah,
song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm my best to save my people)
like
(The and I will rely in God)
Picture that you thought
Was good, was bad
Everything bad, was good

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what if Heaven was
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 that they love to hate
I wanna you use yo' mind, God has sent a sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your
I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
Would you doin' 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, know that God help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I no fear
I done witnessed too much Hell here, lend me your ear
Recall the beer we had to po', for all our
Hit the Devil with the .44, payback

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

I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's birth
try to smoke a pound of weed and ease the Earth
While Jesus equipped with
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, think the is tryin' to kill me
It's vica

is below, while this doja keep me high to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm to die, my reply for any questions asked
"The Devil me do it", who's 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, elated they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know may not be the place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa, the in me
And I'll be if I'm gon let God hurt 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
Remenisin' on all the and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs and servin' nicks and shit
This is vica no fuckin' commercial
or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, versa