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
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 J bitch
I put my on a track even though they suck

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

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

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Harry Sacks

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey this is Slim down at the cannery,
uh, Dick Shooter a bulletin, something 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 Maddrox and I got fat
I'm always urinating in the motel
I got a big head that never a hat
So you ain't see me a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I gotta
a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a tail light and I'll smash you
Bitch, get my way. We got clown love
Fat props to the Tom Dove

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

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

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

(Guy)

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

(Guy)
Who's

(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, it, bring it

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

(Music Cuts to J)
I'm Violent J to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the floor
I free styles, for miles
My gold in piles, I worked on Bell Isle...
I picked up deer shit, and now I raps...
I your neck...
my freestyles are fresh...

(Door Opens, closes)