Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville
Who don't give a flyin' fuck who not feelin' him
Watch what ya dealin' him: Ace, king, death
Strong-arm the man, pardon the left, god
Get money and it, that "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, it up, burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch when the melt
Only time they see him when they meet him the cash belt
Ay carumba, now that's my
One dry summer, as far as I
Burnt-out, but every edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head like Denny
Call him back when you need some yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 the Van Wyck on horseback
Your man sick, but he wreck tracks,
Get too, bro, exactamundo
the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes their name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale in hell
Like "Oh well," tall riches
If the feds is really after them they just all the snitches
On rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
act like their monkey-ass can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all out ya yellow mouth
What to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a body
And wonder what he was doing we was in a karate class
Snotty ass, it's really he was a white-belt
before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I take their tape if they gave it free
Maybe it's me, it's V!
down the key, y'all know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, Vaughn so
The way he take no prisoners and show no
It's how son became a big man from a boy
To name names, a big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they need to give him his own
This his only chance to shoot the like a lone glance
Or a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smokin'
Or between Hoktuo and Nanto Suichō Ken