Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

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

Gon' get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
that shit
(It's all versa)
Look up in the air,
(We nigga)
(This is what we doin', it's versa)
I all these real 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, you tell I cursed ya?
I ya with the truth so you know my fate
And pray I die, I'm that that they love to hate
I wanna make you use yo' mind, God has sent a
And when you listen to rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, Heaven was and vica versa
Would you start doin' in order 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 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 right here, lend me ear
Recall the we had to po', for all our niggaz
Hit the with the .44, payback nigga

My keep my from tryin' 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 to save me, God I'm confused
The fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me
(Virgin Mary fucked 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 where I'ma go Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed and ease the
While equipped with Angels
The Devil's with fire
For God so love the world that he blessed the thug rocks
Won't stop until feel me
Protect me Devil, the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's versa

Heaven is below, while doja keep me high to see the Lord
nigga, I'm ready 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 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 vica versa, the in me
And I'll be damned if I'm gon let God ya, follow me

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