Luyện nghe bài hát $85 Bucks An Hour

(Violent J)
at the studio...
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so up and loop a
beat Mike. on!
(Music starts)

Uh, Uh, Uh
I'm J but my homies call me Shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J
I put my boys on a track even though they

(Dave)
Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't a fuck

(Violent J)
I did a deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for I can only rap
Well fuck that, with I'ma still spit
though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat eighty I'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my don't even rhyme...
Look at that. I ain't even got a rap and it's still
My went gold, I got fat knots
And you're still parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too
So I'ma turn 'em up louder to you off!
records are geniuses, get off our penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
Instead I'll fuck with the phone book

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Sacks Please?

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey this is Slim down at the cannery,
uh, Dick left a bulletin, something about, uh,
you filling in his slot tonight at the, uh, garage.
We got a casement of fudge. We need as many as we
can get, uh uh Sacks.

(Guy)
...Hello?

(Music Starts)
Uh Uh

(Jamie Maddrox)
My is Jamie Maddrox and I got fat balls
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing bitch
I'm far from rich, I gotta
With a smash in the fender, and in the too
I gotta a broken tail light and smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got love
Fat props to the lyrical Tom

(Monoxide Child)
It's the M-O-N-O, and I can't even the rest
It too long and I need a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right mad wack
So shut the fuck up and or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call them bitches to face
And "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
'Cause my dear, I don't give a fuck!

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Mo' Styles)
Yo, this is Mo' Styles in piece, what's up son?

(Guy)

(Mo' Styles)
Yeah, up son? I'm lookin' fo this deal,
you know I'm sayin'? I
got to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Styles?
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, ready fo this shit or what?

(Guy)
Who's

(Mo' Styles)
Word up son. I'm Mo' Styles, I'm straight the hood.
I got all my peoples on Crenshaw. We comin' hard.

(Music Starts)
it, bring it, bring it

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
My names 2 Dope, and sometimes
Sometimes Shags, and Greedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked in all five, fuck it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my
kid that stepped,
I a Camel Clutch and stretched his back like
motherfuckin' bungee
WAAAAAAH!

(Music Cuts to J)
I'm Violent J back to you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the tile
I kick free styles, for
My comes in piles, I worked on Bell Isle...
I picked up deer shit, and now I raps...
I snap neck...
'Cause my are fresh...

(Door Opens, closes)