Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

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

Agh
Vic Spencer: the worst rapper from
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, rearranging the
The has changed, now i get to aim at the box
Agh
This is World War Ten, i got for ya'
See it in ya' video like Tom Sawyer (haha!)
Look how i came out the dirt and
To be one of the greatest to ever do it without leaving the
Seein' chicks niggas, and end up crashing
Seein' one opinion turn the whole earth to
Niggas that once knew me call me an uncle
I'm at these niggas like "what the world has come to?"
(ugh?)
Very passionate about who I'm rappin'
So all of this shit, I ain't havin' it
Agh
Bumping by Amy
Nothing me except for death
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 restaurant with Dr. Mind Bender
And he Belize blowin' weed, look what time get ya'
Me and my wife havin' a hard-time babysitters
Argument everyday, look time get ya' (agh)
Fixin' the plot, been liftin' a lot
Not the waste when I'm skippin' your block
In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, the manufacture
I seen niggas come n' go, look life got ya'
Bars sound like I never sit behind 'em
Spit a lines at 'em then they blind faster
Sometimes the mind matter if you fuck me
But you point the at the wrong guy in the truck with weed
Posted in that smokin' out the backseat
No fucks to rappers out here showing ass-cheecks (ew!)
Rafe lights in the tahoe
I'm safe in the hood over downtown
See some protesters, I don't with that shit
I be killin' the role, petal wall stroll the kicks
Ten years ago, at the taste in the
Got me some off wearin' then 350 V2s
(agh)
I in to that lifestyle, I write wild
Tazmanian how I react now
The I can hug on the spot
Appreciate all the that I got, muhfucker
(oooh!)
it... no more
Lyrical
Death out of VI,