Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

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

Agh
Vic Spencer: the worst rapper Chicago
They want me out the as far as the chi-go
But im out posted on dangerous blocks
With niggas that miss and love slangin' the Glock
Agh
the plot, rearranging the flock
The has changed, now i get to aim at the box
Agh
is World War Ten, i got bombs for ya'
See it in ya' lookin' like Tom Sawyer (haha!)
Look how i came out the dirt and
To be one of the greatest to do it without leaving the curb
Seein' curve niggas, and end up crashing
Seein' one turn the whole earth to bat-shit
Niggas once knew me call me an angry uncle
I'm lookin' at these niggas like "what the has come to?"
(ugh?)
Very about who I'm rappin' with
So all of this shit, I ain't havin' it
Agh
Bumping by Amy
Nothing changed me except for
But way, I'll die the same
So many times I could've hide the
But you hear it in my voice every time i again
Sittin' in the jewish restaurant with Dr. Bender
And he from Belize blowin' weed, look what get ya'
Me and my wife a hard-time finding babysitters
Argument everyday, look time get ya' (agh)
Fixin' the plot, been liftin' a lot
Not the waste acquiesce when I'm skippin' your
In 98' we was ciroc, before the manufacture
I seen niggas n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars like I should never sit behind 'em
Spit a lines at 'em then they blind faster
Sometimes the matter if you fuck with me
But you point the finger at the guy in the truck with weed
Posted in that bitch smokin' out the
No fucks to them rappers out here showing (ew!)
ceiling lights in the tahoe
I'm safe in the hood downtown Chicago
See some protesters, I fuck with that shit
I be the role, petal wall stroll with the kicks
Ten years ago, at the in the see-thrus
Got me some pussy off wearin' 350 V2s
(agh)
I ain't in to lifestyle, I write wild
Tazmanian how I react now
The microphone I can hug on the
Appreciate all the love that I got,
(oooh!)
it... no more
Lyrical
out of VI, right?