Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

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

get you a motherfuckin' 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
Vica Versa, Pastor
(Vica Versa)

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

Do you understand that a war?
It's ragin' on and the got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust up in the
too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and 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 tryin' to enter, battle
And to deal all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby, 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 nasty concubines and versa
So she'll probably do the whole nine, nasty ho'

I don't where I'ma go this Christmas, it's 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 world that he blessed the thug rocks
stop until they feel me
Protect me Devil, think the Lord is to kill me
It's vica

Heaven is below, this doja keep 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?, It's so
Up-rooted from all this stupid shit, see me cremated, my to
The climate, so glad I made it, that they gon' go to Heaven
But do know Heaven may not be the place to go
I ask, Heaven was Hell 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 vica versa, I'd be and Angel, 'cause I'm a
A down South Georgia rebel, a whole fuckin' level
Remenisin' on all the good and the bad I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs and servin' nicks and talkin'
This is vica no fuckin' commercial
or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal fire or the of gold
Only God knows, vica