Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville
Who don't give a flyin' fuck who ain't not him
Watch what ya dealin' him: Ace, king, card
Strong-arm the wrong man, the left, god
Get money and it, that "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up, burn
it up like the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him when meet him with 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 like Reggie Denny
Call him back when you need some more yak,
Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on
man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto
Get too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha
You wonder how would they hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale in hell
"Oh well," hold tall riches
If the feds is after them they just told all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, by the silver screen
They act like their monkey-ass can back like Wolverine
Mellow out what bellow out ya yellow mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a cast
And wonder what he was while we was in a karate class
ass, it's really like he was a white-belt
Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light
I wouldn't take their tape if they it free
Maybe it's me, it's V!
Throw the key, y'all know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, so witty
The way he take no and show no pity
It's how son a big man from a black boy
To name names, a really big fan of Dan
He feel need to give him his own dance
This his only chance to shoot the gift a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that the oo-ey smokin'
Or Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken