Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Versa

Pastor troy
(yeah)
This song is goddamn, vica versa
(I'm my best to save my people)
It's like, (the & I will rely in God)
Picture that you thought was good, was really bad
bad, was good
(what if heaven was on nigga)
The world, vica versa
(good is bad)
versa (bad is good)
(dear lord am I the one? )
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', it's versa)
Know ain't everybody gon' this shit
versa, pastor troy
Vica

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
What if was hell and vica versa
If I told you go to hell, would you I cursed ya?
I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my
They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to
I'ma make you use mind, god, the 7th sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, take your time
Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica
Would you start doin' in order to nurture?
The spirit, man, do you understand, a war
ragin' on
And the got some ammo too
get me wrong
But I put my trust off in the
It's too
Know that God gon' help me 'em up
I give a fuck, heaven was and vica versa
I have no
I done witnessed too much hell right
Lend me your ear, recall all the
We had to
all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44
Payback
My liquor keep my from tryin' to
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 versa so I guess beg satan to save me
God I'm confused, the of all these muthafuckaz
me sick
Virgin Mary fu**ed nobody, but she sucked di**

a clique of nasty concubine
And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole
hoe
I don't where i'ma go this christmas
It's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and the hurt
While jesus with angels, the devil's equiped with fire
Oh God so the world he blessed the thug with rocks
stop until they feel me
Protect me devil, think the lord is tryin' to me
It's vica
Heaven is below, while dozier keep me high
To see the lord nigga, I'm ready to die
My reply for any questions
The made me do it
the devil may I ask?
It's so
Up-rooted all this stupid shit
See me cremated, my to the climate
So glad I it
Elated that they go to heaven
But do know
Heaven may not be th 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 fuckin'
Remenisin' on all the and the bad that I did
Bustin' and splittin' wigs
And servin' and talkin' shit
This is vica versa no commercial
or hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal fire or the street of
Only God knows, versa