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 him: Ace, king, death card
the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get and earn it, that "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to kid, light it up, burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch when the melt
Only time they see him when they meet him the cash 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 like Reggie Denny
Call him when you need some more yak, Horshack
80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
Your man sick, but he tracks, puto
Get back too, bro,
Viktor the director a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes their name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale in hell
Like "Oh well," hold riches
If the is really after them they 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 out ya yellow mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to 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 he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I wouldn't their tape if they gave it free
Maybe me, baby it's V!
down the key, y'all know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, 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 they need to him his own dance
This his chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene leave the oo-ey smokin'
Or between Hoktuo and Nanto Suichō Ken