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, death
Strong-arm the man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, "everything you touch turn" shit
Got to learn kid, light it up, burn shit
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' every edgy
Then he hit him straight to the head Reggie Denny
Call him back when you need some more yak,
80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
Your man sick, but he tracks, puto
Get back too, bro,
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, likely 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," hold riches
If the feds is really after them just told all the snitches
On rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
They act like their monkey-ass can heal like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow
No doubt, leave a in a body cast
And wonder what he was while we was in a karate class
Snotty ass, 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 it free
Maybe me, baby it's V!
Throw down the key, know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he take no prisoners and show no
It's how son a big man from a black boy
To names, a really 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 beef scene that the oo-ey smokin'
Or Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken