Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

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

Gon' get you a motherfuckin' fat blunt of that
Smoke shit
(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 gon' feel 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 I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya the truth so you know 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, nigga your time
I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin' evil in to nurture, the spirit man?

Do you understand there's a war?
It's 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 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 right here, 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, alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I a zone
I'm grown, but I'm still a baby, it's vica versa
So I guess beg Satan to save me, God I'm confused
The fuse of all these motherfuckers, me sick
(Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she dick)
With a clique of nasty concubines and vice-a
So she'll probably do the whole nine, that ho'

I don't know where I'ma go Christmas, it's Satan's birth
try to smoke a pound of weed and ease the Earth
While equipped with Angels
The Devil's equipped fire
For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with
Won't stop until they me
me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's versa

Heaven is below, while doja keep me high to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm to die, my reply for any questions asked
"The made 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 it, elated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do know Heaven may not be the place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa, the in me
And be damned 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' caps and splittin' wigs and servin' nicks and talkin'
This is vica versa no commercial
Heaven or Hell, do we go?
When we die, fire or the street of gold
God knows, vica versa