Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville
Who don't give a flyin' fuck who not feelin' him
Watch what ya him: Ace, king, death card
Strong-arm the wrong man, the left, god
Get and earn it, that "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up, burn
Light it up like the Dutch when the hash
Only time they see him when they meet him with the belt
Ay carumba, now my number
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
Your man sick, but he tracks, puto
Get too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor the director a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha
You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding
It sorta had the makings of a tale told 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 screen
They act like their monkey-ass can heal back Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya mouth
What to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a body
And wonder he was doing 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 gave it
Maybe it's me, it's V!
down the key, y'all know how shit be
In the city, rappers is so giddy
no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he no prisoners 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 the gift like a lone glance
Or like a beef that leave the oo-ey smokin'
Or Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken