Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Villain
Who don't a flyin' fuck who ain't not feelin' him
what ya dealin' him: Ace, king, death card
Strong-arm the wrong man, the left, god
Get money and earn it, "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up, burn
Light it up like the Dutch when the melt
Only time they see him when meet him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now my number
One dry summer, as far as I
Burnt-out, but every edgy penny
he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
Call him back you need some more yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on
man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto
Get back too, bro,
Viktor the 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, just a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how would they hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the makings of a tale told in hell
Like "Oh well," tall riches
If the feds is really them they just told all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, by the silver screen
They act like monkey-ass can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya mouth
What happened to the kinda that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, a rapper in a body cast
And wonder what he was doing while we was in a class
Snotty ass, it's like he was a white-belt
before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I wouldn't take their tape if they it free
Maybe it's me, it's V!
Throw down the key, y'all know how be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, Vaughn so
The way he no prisoners and show no pity
It's how son a big man from a black boy
To names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they to give him his own dance
This his only chance to shoot the gift like a glance
Or like a beef scene that the oo-ey smokin'
Or Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken