Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Versa

Pastor [talking]:
(yeah)
This song is called goddamn, versa
(I'm doin' my best to my people)
like, (the people & I will rely in God)
Picture that you thought was good, was really bad
Everything bad, was
(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 we doin', it's vica versa)
ain't everybody gon' feel this shit
Vica versa, troy
Vica

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
What if was hell and vica versa
If I told you go to hell, would you tell I ya?
I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my
pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate
I'ma you use your mind, god, the 7th sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take time
Again I ask, was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin' evil in to nurture?
The spirit, man, do you understand, a war
ragin' on
And the devil got some too
get me wrong
But I put my off in the lord
It's too
Know that God help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, was hell and vica versa
I no fear
I done witnessed too hell right here
Lend me ear, recall all the beer
We had to
'till all our niggaz hit the devil the .44
Payback
My liquor my from tryin' to enter
Better
And to deal all this wickedness, I smoke a zone

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

a clique of nasty concubine
And vica versa, so she'll do the whole nine
hoe
I know 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 love the world he the thug with rocks
Won't stop until they me
Protect me devil, think the lord is to kill 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 asked
The devil me do it
Who's the may I ask?
so polluted
Up-rooted all this stupid shit
See me cremated, my adaption to the
So I made it
that they gon' go to heaven
But do know
may not be th place to go
Again I ask, heaven was and vica versa
The devil's demons, I'll be if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya
me...

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