Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Versa

Pastor troy
(yeah)
This song is goddamn, vica versa
(I'm doin' my best to my people)
It's like, (the people & I will in God)
Picture that you thought was good, was really bad
bad, was good
(what if was on earth nigga)
The whole world, versa
(good is bad)
versa (bad is good)
(dear am I the only one? )
This shit here, goddamn,
get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
Smoke that
(it's all versa)
up in the air nigga
(we nigga)
(this is what we doin', it's versa)
Know ain't gon' feel this shit
Vica versa, troy
Vica

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
if heaven 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 my fate
They pray I die I'm that that they love to hate
I'ma you use your mind, god, the 7th sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your
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 ammo too
Don't get me
But I put my off in the lord
It's too
Know that God gon' help me 'em up
I give a fuck, heaven was hell and vica
I have no
I done witnessed too much right here
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 to enter
Better
And to deal all this wickedness, I smoke a zone

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Know I'm grown, but I'm a baby
vica versa so I guess I'll beg satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of all these
Makin' me
Virgin Mary fu**ed nobody, but she sucked di**

with a clique of concubine
And vica versa, so probably do the whole nine
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 equiped 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, the lord is tryin' to kill me
It's vica
Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me
To see the lord nigga, I'm ready to die
My for any questions asked
The made me do it
Who's the devil may I
so polluted
Up-rooted all this stupid shit
See me cremated, my to the climate
So I made it
Elated that gon' go to heaven
But do they
may not be th place to go
Again I ask, was hell and vica versa
The demons, I'll 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
on all the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and wigs
And nicks and talkin' shit
is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or hell, do we go?
When we die, fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica