Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Versa

Pastor [talking]:
(yeah)
This song is goddamn, vica versa
(I'm doin' my best to my people)
like, (the people & I will rely in God)
Picture everything that you was good, was really bad
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 only )
shit here, goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat blunt of 'dro
that shit
(it's all versa)
Look up in the air
(we nigga)
(this is what we doin', vica versa)
Know ain't everybody gon' feel this
Vica versa, pastor
Vica

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, with the truth, so you know my
They pray I die I'm that nigga that love to hate
I'ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th
And when you to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, heaven was 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 ammo too
get me wrong
But I put my trust off in the
too corrupt
Know that God gon' me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, heaven was and vica versa
I have no
I done witnessed too hell right here
Lend me your ear, all the beer
We had to
all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44
Payback
My liquor keep my tryin' to enter
Better
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a

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

with a clique of nasty
And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole
hoe
I don't know where i'ma go this
It's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the
While jesus with angels, the devil's equiped with fire
Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with
Won't stop until they me
Protect me devil, the lord is tryin' to kill me
vica versa
Heaven is below, while this dozier me high
To see the lord almighty nigga, I'm to die
My reply for any asked
The made me do it
Who's the devil may I
so polluted
Up-rooted from all this stupid
See me cremated, my to the climate
So I made it
Elated that gon' go to heaven
But do know
may not be th place to go
Again I ask, was hell and vica versa
The devil's demons, be damned 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 whole 'nother level
Remenisin' on all the and the bad that I did
Bustin' and splittin' wigs
And servin' and talkin' shit
This is vica no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or hell, do we go?
When we die, fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica