Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

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

Gon' get you a motherfuckin' fat blunt of 'dro
that shit
(It's all versa)
Look up in the air,
(We nigga)
(This is what we doin', it's versa)
I know all real niggas gon' feel this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor
(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 know my
And pray I die, I'm that nigga that love to hate
I wanna make you use yo' mind, God has sent a
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your
Again I ask, was hell and vica versa
Would you start evil in order to nurture, the spirit man?

Do you that there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the Devil got some 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 have no
I done witnessed too much Hell here, lend me your ear
the beer we had to po', for all our niggaz
Hit the Devil the .44, payback nigga

My liquor 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 versa
So I guess I'll beg Satan to save me, God I'm
The fuse of all motherfuckers, makin' me sick
(Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she dick)
a clique of nasty concubines and vice-a versa
So probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho'

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

is below, while this doja keep 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 from all this shit, see me cremated, my adaptation to
The climate, so glad I made it, elated that they gon' go to
But do know Heaven 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 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 good and the bad I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs and servin' and talkin' shit
This is vica versa no commercial
or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, fire or the street of gold
God knows, vica versa