Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville
Who don't a flyin' fuck who ain't not feelin' him
Watch what ya dealin' him: Ace, king, card
Strong-arm the man, pardon the left, god
Get money and it, that "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, it up, burn shit
Light it up the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him they 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 when you need more yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on
Your man sick, but he wreck tracks,
Get back too, bro,
Viktor the director flip a script Rob Reiner
The way a lotta rhyme their name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, they'd dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale in hell
Like "Oh well," tall riches
If the is really after them they just told all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver
They act like their monkey-ass can heal back like
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya mouth
What happened to the spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a in a body cast
And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate
ass, it's really like he was a white-belt
Right he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I wouldn't take tape if they gave it free
it's me, baby it's V!
Throw the key, y'all know how shit be
In the city, rappers is so giddy
no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he take no prisoners and show no
It's how son became a big man from a 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 like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that leave the smokin'
Or between Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken