Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville
Who don't give a flyin' who ain't not feelin' him
Watch what ya dealin' him: Ace, king, death
Strong-arm the man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, that "everything you turn" shit
Got much to kid, light it up, burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch when the hash
Only time they see him when they 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 to the head like Reggie Denny
him back when you need some more yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on
Your man sick, but he tracks, puto
Get too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor the director flip a script Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme name 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 knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would they hold up in a cell
It had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
Like "Oh well," tall riches
If the feds is really after them they just all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the screen
They act like their monkey-ass can heal like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya yellow
What happened to the kinda spit that used to a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a in a body cast
And wonder what he was doing while we was in a class
ass, it's really like he was a white-belt
Right before he "night-night" ask him how the felt
I wouldn't take their if they gave it free
it's me, baby it's V!
Throw down the key, know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, Vaughn so
The way he take no and show no pity
It's how son became a big man a black boy
To name names, a big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they need to give him his own
This his only to shoot the gift like a lone glance
Or like a scene that leave the oo-ey smokin'
Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Suichō Ken