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)
everything that you thought
Was good, was bad
Everything bad, was good

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

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

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

Do you understand there's a war?
ragin' on and the Devil got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust up in the
It's too corrupt, 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 with the .44, payback

My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, alone
And to deal all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby, it's versa
So I guess I'll beg to save me, God I'm confused
The fuse of all motherfuckers, makin' me sick
(Virgin Mary fucked nobody, but she suck dick)
a clique of nasty concubines and vice-a versa
So she'll probably do the whole nine, nasty ho'

I don't know I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of and ease the Earth
Jesus equipped with Angels
The Devil's equipped fire
For God so love the world that he the thug 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 made me do it", who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
from all this stupid shit, see me cremated, my adaptation to
The climate, so glad I made it, elated that gon' go to Heaven
But do know 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 damned if I'm gon let God hurt ya, me

If it was versa, I'd be and Angel, 'cause I'm a devil
A down Georgia rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
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'
or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal fire or the street of
Only God knows, vica