Luyện nghe bài hát Vaudevile Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville
Who don't give a fuck who ain't not feelin' him
Watch what ya dealin' him: Ace, king, death
Strong-arm the man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, that "everything you turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up, burn
it up like the Dutch when 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 gainin' edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head like Denny
Call him back when you need some more yak,
80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
Your man sick, but he wreck tracks,
Get too, bro, exactamundo
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 just a knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale in hell
"Oh well," hold tall riches
If the feds is really after them just told all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver
They act like their monkey-ass can heal back like
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya yellow
What happened to the kinda spit that used to a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a body
And wonder he was doing while we was in a karate class
Snotty ass, really like 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
it's me, baby it's V!
Throw down the key, y'all know how be
In the naked city, rappers is so
That's no ditty, so witty
The way he take no 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 only chance to shoot the gift a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that leave the smokin'
Or Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken