Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

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

Agh
Vic Spencer: the worst from Chicago
want me out the city as far as the chi-go
But im out posted on dangerous blocks
With niggas that miss school and love slangin' the
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' 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' chicks curve niggas, and end up
Seein' one opinion turn the whole earth to
Niggas that once me call me an angry uncle
I'm lookin' at these niggas "what the world has come to?"
(ugh?)
passionate about who I'm rappin' with
So all of loyal shit, I ain't havin' it
Agh
freight by Amy
Nothing changed me for death
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 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 acquiesce when I'm skippin' your block
In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, the manufacture
I niggas come n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars sound like I never sit behind 'em
Spit a couple at 'em then they blind faster
the mind matter if you fuck with me
But you point the finger at the wrong guy in the truck weed
Posted in bitch smokin' out the backseat
No fucks to them rappers out showing ass-cheecks (ew!)
Rafe ceiling lights in the
I'm safe in the hood over downtown
See protesters, I don't fuck with that shit
I be killin' the role, petal wall with the kicks
Ten ago, at the taste in the see-thrus
Got me some off wearin' then 350 V2s
(agh)
I in to that lifestyle, I write wild
Tazmanian how I react now
The microphone I can hug on the
Appreciate all the that I got, muhfucker
(oooh!)
That's it... no
Lyrical
out of VI, right?