Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

(What if was on Earth nigga?)
The whole world, versa
(Good is bad)
versa
(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 what we doin', vica versa)
I know all real niggas gon' feel this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor
(Vica Versa)

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

Do you understand that a war?
It's ragin' on and the Devil got some too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my up in the Lord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I no fear
I done witnessed too Hell right here, lend me your ear
the beer we had to po', for all our niggaz
Hit the Devil with the .44, nigga

My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, alone
And to deal with all wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby, it's versa
So I guess I'll beg Satan to me, God I'm confused
The fuse of all these motherfuckers, me sick
(Virgin Mary never nobody, but she suck dick)
With a clique of concubines and vice-a versa
So she'll probably do the nine, that nasty ho'

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

Heaven is below, while this doja keep me to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm to die, my reply for any questions asked
"The Devil me do it", who's 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 they know Heaven may not be the 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, 'cause I'm a
A down South Georgia rebel, a whole fuckin' level
Remenisin' on all the good and the bad I did
caps and splittin' wigs and servin' nicks and talkin' shit
This is versa no fuckin' commercial
or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, fire or the street of gold
God knows, vica versa