Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

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

Agh
Vic Spencer: the rapper from Chicago
They want me out the city as far as the
But im out here posted on blocks
With niggas that miss school and love 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' video lookin' Tom Sawyer (haha!)
Look how i out the dirt and emerged
To be one of the greatest to ever do it without the curb
Seein' chicks curve niggas, and end up
one opinion turn the whole earth to bat-shit
Niggas that 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 loyal shit, I ain't it
Agh
freight by Amy
Nothing me except for death
But way, I'll die the same
So many times I could've the pain
But you hear it in my voice every i rhyme again
in the jewish restaurant with Dr. Mind 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)
the plot, i've been liftin' a lot
Not the waste when I'm skippin' your block
In 98' we was ciroc, before the manufacture
I niggas come n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars sound 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 in the tahoe
I'm safe in the hood downtown Chicago
See some protesters, I fuck with that shit
I be killin' the role, wall stroll with the kicks
Ten years ago, at the taste in the
Got me pussy off wearin' then 350 V2s
(agh)
I in to that lifestyle, I write wild
devil how I react now
The I can hug on the spot
Appreciate all the love that I got,
(oooh!)
That's it... no
Lyrical
Death out of VI,