Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Versa

Pastor troy
(yeah)
This song is called goddamn, 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 was on earth nigga)
The world, vica versa
(good is bad)
versa (bad is good)
(dear lord am I the one? )
This here, goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat of that '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' this shit
Vica versa, pastor
versa

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
if heaven was hell and vica versa
If I told you go to hell, you tell I cursed ya?
I re embersed ya, the truth, so you know my fate
They pray I die I'm that nigga they love to hate
I'ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th
And when you listen to rhymes, nigga take your time
I ask, heaven 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 ammo too
get me wrong
But I put my trust off in the
It's too
Know that God help me blow 'em up
I a fuck, heaven was hell and vica versa
I have no
I witnessed too much 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
alone
And to deal all this wickedness, I smoke a zone

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

with a clique of concubine
And vica versa, so probably 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 equiped with angels, the devil's equiped with
Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with
Won't stop until they me
Protect me devil, think the lord is to kill me
It's vica
Heaven is below, while this dozier me high
To see the almighty nigga, I'm ready to die
My for any questions asked
The made me do it
Who's the may I ask?
so polluted
Up-rooted from all 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 hell and versa
The devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em 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 good and the bad I did
Bustin' caps and wigs
And servin' nicks and talkin'
This is versa no fuckin' commercial
or hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica