Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the Vaudeville Villain
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 earn it, that "everything you turn" shit
Got much to kid, light it up, burn shit
it up like the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him when they meet him with the cash
Ay carumba, now that's my
One dry summer, as far as I
Burnt-out, but gainin' edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head 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 too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor the flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta rhyme their name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, they'd likely the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, just a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding
It sorta had the strange makings of a told in hell
Like "Oh well," hold riches
If the feds is after them they just told all the snitches
On rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
They act like their monkey-ass can heal back like
Mellow out y'all bellow out ya yellow mouth
What happened to the spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a 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, y'all how shit be
In the naked city, is so giddy
no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he take no prisoners and no pity
how son became a big man from a black boy
To name names, a big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they need to him his own dance
This his only chance to shoot the like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that leave the smokin'
Or between Hoktuo and Nanto Suichō Ken