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
the wrong man, pardon 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 the hash melt
Only time they see him when they him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now that's my
One dry summer, as far as I
Burnt-out, but gainin' every edgy
Then he hit him straight to the head like Denny
him back when you need some more yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 the Van Wyck on horseback
man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto
Get back too, bro,
Viktor the director a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name 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 hold up in a holding cell
It had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
Like "Oh well," hold tall
If the feds is really after them they just all the snitches
On rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
They act like their can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to 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, it's really he was a white-belt
before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I wouldn't take their tape if gave it free
Maybe it's me, it's V!
Throw the key, y'all know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, Vaughn so
The way he take no prisoners and no pity
how son became a big man from a black boy
To name names, a big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel need to give 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 between Hoktuo and Nanto Suichō Ken