Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

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

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

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

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

Do you understand that there's a
It's 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, was hell and vica 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 Devil with the .44, payback

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

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

is below, while this doja keep me high to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm to die, my reply for any questions asked
"The Devil made me do it", who's the Devil may I ask?, so polluted
Up-rooted from all this stupid shit, see me cremated, my to
The climate, so glad I it, elated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know 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 ya, follow me

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