Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

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

Agh
Vic Spencer: the worst rapper from
They want me out the as far as the chi-go
But im out here posted on blocks
With that miss 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 greatest to ever do it leaving the curb
Seein' curve niggas, and end up crashing
Seein' one opinion turn the whole to bat-shit
that once knew me call me an angry uncle
I'm lookin' at these niggas like "what the has come to?"
(ugh?)
passionate about who I'm rappin' with
So all of this shit, I ain't havin' it
Agh
Bumping by Amy
Nothing me except for death
But either way, die the same
So times I could've hide the pain
But you hear it in my every time i rhyme again
in the jewish restaurant with Dr. Mind Bender
And he from Belize blowin' weed, look time get ya'
Me and my wife havin' a finding babysitters
Argument everyday, look time get ya' (agh)
the plot, i've been liftin' a lot
Not the acquiesce when I'm skippin' your block
In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, before the
I seen come n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars sound I should never sit behind 'em
a couple lines at 'em then they blind faster
Sometimes the mind matter if you fuck me
But you point the finger at the wrong guy in the with weed
Posted in that bitch out the backseat
No fucks to rappers out here showing ass-cheecks (ew!)
ceiling lights in the tahoe
I'm safe in the over downtown Chicago
See protesters, I don't fuck with that shit
I be killin' the role, wall stroll with the kicks
Ten years ago, at the in the see-thrus
Got me pussy off wearin' then 350 V2s
(agh)
I in to that lifestyle, I write wild
Tazmanian devil how I now
The I can hug on the spot
Appreciate all the love that I got,
(oooh!)
That's it... no
exercise
Death out of VI,