Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville
Who give a flyin' fuck who ain't not feelin' him
Watch ya dealin' 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 kid, light it up, burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch the hash melt
Only time they see him when they meet him the cash belt
Ay carumba, now that's my
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 on horseback
Your man sick, but he wreck tracks,
Get back too, bro,
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob
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, they're a buncha knuckle-fucks
You how well would they hold up in a holding cell
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 borrowed-time rhymes, by the silver screen
They act like their monkey-ass can heal back Wolverine
Mellow out what bellow out ya yellow mouth
happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a cast
And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate
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 it's me, baby V!
Throw down the key, y'all how shit be
In the city, rappers is so giddy
That's no ditty, Vaughn so
The way he take no and show no pity
how son became a big man from a black boy
To name names, a big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they need to him his own dance
This his only chance to shoot the like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that the oo-ey smokin'
Or Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken