Luyện nghe bài hát $85 Bucks An Hour

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

Uh, Uh, Uh
I'm Violent J but my homies 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 give a

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

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Harry Sacks

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey is Slim Anus down at the cannery,
uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, about, uh,
you in his slot tonight down 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 name is Jamie and I got fat balls
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that fits a hat
So you see me wearing a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I hoopty
a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken tail and I'll smash you
Bitch, get my way. We got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical Tom

(Monoxide Child)
It's the M-O-N-O, and I can't even the rest
It takes too and I need a fuckin' cigarette
I hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I slap hoes and call them bitches to thier
And scream "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
'Cause simply my dear, I don't 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 what I'm I
got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo'
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this shit or

(Guy)
this?

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

(Music Starts)
Bring it, bring it, it

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

(Music to Violent J)
I'm Violent J back to make you more
I let my nutsack drag on the floor
I kick styles, for miles
My gold comes in piles, I worked on Isle...
I picked up shit, and now I spit raps...
I your neck...
'Cause my are fresh...

(Door Opens, closes)