Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Versa

Pastor troy
(yeah)
This song is goddamn, vica versa
(I'm doin' my to save my people)
It's like, (the people & I will in God)
Picture everything you thought was good, was really bad
bad, was good
(what if was on earth nigga)
The whole world, vica
(good is bad)
versa (bad is good)
(dear lord am I the only )
This shit here, goddamn,
Go'n get you a fat of that 'dro
Smoke that
(it's all versa)
Look up in the air
(we nigga)
(this is what we doin', it's versa)
Know ain't everybody gon' feel this
Vica versa, pastor
versa

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
What if heaven was hell and vica
If I told you go to hell, would you tell I ya?
I re embersed ya, the truth, so you know my fate
They pray I die I'm that nigga that they to hate
I'ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your
Again I ask, was hell and vica versa
Would you start evil in order to nurture?
The spirit, man, do you understand, a war
ragin' on
And the devil got some too
Don't get me
But I put my off in the lord
It's too
Know that God help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, heaven was hell and versa
I have no
I done witnessed too much hell right
me your ear, recall all the beer
We had to
all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44
Payback
My liquor my from tryin' to enter
Better
And to deal with all wickedness, I smoke a zone

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Know I'm grown, but I'm a baby
It's versa so I guess I'll beg satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of all muthafuckaz
Makin' me
Virgin never fu**ed nobody, but she sucked di**

with a clique of concubine
And versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine
hoe
I know where i'ma go this christmas
satan's birth
I'ma try to a pund of weed, and ease the hurt
While jesus equiped with angels, the devil's equiped with
Oh God so love the he blessed the thug with rocks
stop until they feel me
Protect me devil, think the is tryin' to kill me
vica versa
Heaven is below, while this keep me high
To see the lord nigga, I'm ready to die
My reply for any questions
The made me do it
Who's the may I ask?
so polluted
Up-rooted from all this shit
See me cremated, my to the climate
So I made it
Elated that they gon' go to
But do know
may not be th place to go
Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica
The devil's demons, I'll be if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya
me...

Peter the
If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a
A doun south georgia rebel, a 'nother fuckin' level
on all the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' and splittin' wigs
And servin' nicks and shit
This is vica versa no commercial
Heaven or hell, do we go?
we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica