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 Chicago
They me out the city as far as the chi-go
But im out here posted on dangerous
With niggas that school and love slangin' the Glock
Agh
the plot, rearranging the flock
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 like 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 niggas, and end up crashing
Seein' one opinion turn the earth to bat-shit
Niggas that once knew me call me an angry
I'm lookin' at these niggas like "what the world has to?"
(ugh?)
Very passionate about who I'm with
So all of this loyal shit, I ain't it
Agh
Bumping 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 voice time i rhyme again
Sittin' in the restaurant with Dr. Mind Bender
And he from Belize weed, look what time get ya'
Me and my havin' a hard-time finding babysitters
Argument everyday, what time get ya' (agh)
Fixin' the plot, been liftin' a lot
Not the waste acquiesce when I'm skippin' block
In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, the manufacture
I seen come n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars like I should never sit behind 'em
Spit a couple at 'em then they blind faster
Sometimes the matter 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 fucks to them out here showing ass-cheecks (ew!)
Rafe lights in the tahoe
I'm safe in the hood over Chicago
See some protesters, I don't with that shit
I be killin' the role, petal stroll with the kicks
Ten years ago, at the taste in the
Got me some pussy off wearin' 350 V2s
(agh)
I ain't in to that lifestyle, I write
devil how I react now
The microphone I can hug on the
Appreciate all the love that I got,
(oooh!)
That's it... no
Lyrical
Death out of VI,