Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a fuck who ain't not feelin' him
Watch what ya him: Ace, king, death card
the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, it up, burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch when the hash
Only time they see him they meet him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now that's my
One dry summer, as far as I
Burnt-out, but gainin' every penny
he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
Call him back when you need some yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 down the Van on horseback
man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto
Get too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor the director flip a like 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, just a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well they hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in
Like "Oh well," hold riches
If the feds is really after them they told all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, by the silver screen
They act like their can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all out ya yellow mouth
happened to the kinda spit 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 really he was a white-belt
Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light
I wouldn't take their tape if they gave it
Maybe it's me, it's V!
Throw down the key, y'all how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, Vaughn so
The way he take no prisoners and no pity
how son became 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 a lone glance
Or a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smokin'
Or Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken