Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

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

Agh
Vic the worst rapper from Chicago
They me out the city as far as the chi-go
But im out posted on dangerous 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
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 to ever do it without leaving the curb
Seein' curve niggas, and end up crashing
Seein' one opinion the whole earth to bat-shit
Niggas once knew me call me an angry uncle
I'm lookin' at these like "what the world has come to?"
(ugh?)
Very passionate about who I'm with
So all of this loyal shit, I ain't it
Agh
freight by Amy
Nothing changed me except for
But way, I'll die the same
So times I could've hide the pain
But you hear it in my every time i rhyme again
Sittin' in the jewish restaurant with Dr. Bender
And he from Belize blowin' weed, look time get ya'
Me and my wife havin' a hard-time babysitters
everyday, look what time get ya' (agh)
Fixin' the plot, been liftin' a lot
Not the waste acquiesce I'm skippin' your block
In 98' we was ciroc, before the manufacture
I seen niggas come n' go, look life got ya'
sound like I should never sit behind 'em
Spit a couple lines at 'em they blind faster
Sometimes the mind if you fuck with me
But you point the finger at the wrong guy in the truck weed
Posted in that bitch out the backseat
No to them rappers out here showing ass-cheecks (ew!)
Rafe ceiling lights in the
I'm safe in the hood over Chicago
See some protesters, I don't fuck that shit
I be killin' the role, petal wall with the kicks
Ten years ago, at the in the see-thrus
Got me pussy off wearin' then 350 V2s
(agh)
I ain't in to that lifestyle, I write
Tazmanian how I react now
The I can hug on the spot
Appreciate all the love I got, muhfucker
(oooh!)
it... no more
Lyrical
Death out of VI,