Luyện nghe bài hát Vica Versa

Yeah,
This song is Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm doin' my to save my people)
like
(The and I will rely in God)
Picture everything you thought
Was good, was bad
Everything bad, was good

(What if was on Earth nigga?)
The whole world, vica
(Good is bad)
versa
(Bad is good)
(Dear am I the only one?)
This here, goddamn, gon'

Gon' get you a motherfuckin' 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)
I know all these real niggas feel this shit
Vica Versa, Troy
(Vica Versa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, if Heaven was Hell
And versa, if I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya with the truth so you my fate
And pray I die, I'm that nigga that love to hate
I wanna you use yo' mind, God has sent a sign
And when you to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, was hell and vica versa
Would you doin' evil in order to nurture, the spirit man?

Do you that there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the Devil got some too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust up in the
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' me blow 'em up
I a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear
I witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear
Recall the beer we had to po', for all our
Hit the Devil with the .44, payback

My liquor keep my from to enter, battle alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby, it's versa
So I guess I'll beg Satan to save me, God I'm
The of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
(Virgin never fucked nobody, but she suck dick)
With a clique of concubines and vice-a versa
So probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho'

I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, Satan's birth
I'ma try to a pound of weed and ease the Earth
While Jesus with Angels
The Devil's equipped with
For God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks
Won't until they feel me
Protect me Devil, the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's vica

Heaven is below, while this doja keep me to see the Lord
Almighty nigga, I'm ready to die, my reply for any questions
"The Devil made me do it", who's the Devil may I ask?, so polluted
Up-rooted from all stupid shit, see me cremated, my adaptation to
The climate, so glad I made it, elated that gon' go to Heaven
But do they Heaven may not be the place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was and vica versa, the Devil's in me
And I'll be damned if I'm gon let God ya, follow me

If it was vica versa, I'd be and Angel, 'cause I'm a
A down South Georgia rebel, a whole 'nother level
Remenisin' on all the and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' and servin' nicks and talkin' shit
This is versa no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or Hell, do we go?
When we die, fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, versa