Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, if Heaven 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 wanna you use yo' mind, God has sent a sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your
Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica
Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture, the spirit

Do you understand that a war?
ragin' 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 that God help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, was hell and vica versa, I have no fear
I done witnessed too much Hell here, lend me your ear
Recall the we had to po', for all our niggaz
Hit the Devil the .44, payback nigga

My liquor keep my from to enter, battle alone
And to deal 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 Satan to me, God I'm confused
The of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
(Virgin Mary never nobody, but she suck dick)
With a clique of concubines and vice-a versa
So she'll do the whole nine, that nasty ho'

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

Heaven is below, while this doja me high to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm ready to die, my reply for any questions
"The Devil made me do it", the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
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 they Heaven may not be the place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and versa, the Devil's in me
And I'll be if I'm gon let God hurt ya, follow me

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