Luyện nghe bài hát Love For Vic

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

Agh
Vic Spencer: the worst rapper Chicago
want me out the city 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' video lookin' 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 turn the whole to bat-shit
Niggas that once knew me call me an angry
I'm lookin' at niggas like "what the world has come to?"
(ugh?)
Very passionate about who I'm with
So all of loyal shit, I ain't havin' it
Agh
Bumping by Amy
Nothing me except for death
But way, I'll die the same
So times I could've hide the pain
But you hear it in my voice every time i rhyme
Sittin' in the jewish restaurant Dr. Mind Bender
And he from Belize blowin' weed, look time get ya'
Me and my wife a hard-time finding babysitters
Argument everyday, look time get ya' (agh)
the plot, i've been liftin' a lot
Not the waste acquiesce when I'm skippin' block
In 98' we was ciroc, before the manufacture
I niggas come n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars sound like I should never sit 'em
Spit a couple lines at 'em then they faster
Sometimes the mind matter if you with me
But you point the at the wrong guy in the truck with weed
Posted in that bitch out the backseat
No fucks to them rappers out here ass-cheecks (ew!)
Rafe ceiling 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, petal wall stroll the kicks
Ten years ago, at the taste in the
Got me some pussy off then 350 V2s
(agh)
I ain't in to lifestyle, I write wild
Tazmanian devil how I now
The microphone I can hug on the
Appreciate all the that I got, muhfucker
(oooh!)
That's it... no
exercise
Death out of VI,