Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

I'm the rapper yo..
How the worst rapper is the hated tho?
Whatever...

Agh
Vic Spencer: the worst rapper Chicago
They want me out the city as far as the
But im out here posted on blocks
With niggas that school and love slangin' the Glock
Agh
Changing the plot, the flock
The has changed, now i get to aim at the box
Agh
This is War Ten, i got bombs for ya'
See it in ya' lookin' like Tom Sawyer (haha!)
Look how i came out the and emerged
To be one of the greatest to ever do it leaving the curb
Seein' curve niggas, and end up crashing
Seein' one opinion turn the whole to bat-shit
Niggas that knew me call me an angry uncle
I'm at these niggas like "what the world has come to?"
(ugh?)
Very passionate about who I'm rappin'
So all of loyal shit, I ain't havin' it
Agh
freight by Amy
Nothing changed me except for
But either way, I'll die the
So times I could've hide the pain
But you it in my voice every time i rhyme again
Sittin' in the jewish restaurant with Dr. Bender
And he from Belize blowin' weed, look what get ya'
Me and my wife havin' a hard-time babysitters
Argument everyday, look what get ya' (agh)
Fixin' the plot, i've been a lot
Not the waste acquiesce when I'm skippin' block
In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, before the
I seen niggas n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars sound like I should never sit 'em
a couple lines at 'em then they blind faster
Sometimes the mind if you fuck with me
But you point the finger at the wrong guy in the with weed
Posted in that bitch out the backseat
No to them rappers out here showing ass-cheecks (ew!)
ceiling lights in the tahoe
I'm in the hood over downtown Chicago
See some protesters, I fuck with that shit
I be killin' the role, petal wall stroll with the
Ten years ago, at the in the see-thrus
Got me some pussy off wearin' 350 V2s
(agh)
I in to that lifestyle, I write wild
devil how I react now
The microphone I can hug on the
Appreciate all the that I got, muhfucker
(oooh!)
it... no more
Lyrical
Death out of VI,