Luyện nghe bài hát $85 Bucks An Hour

(Violent J)
at the studio...
Chillin at the studio, 85 an hour 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 J bitch
I put my boys on a even though they suck

(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
fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like
What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that is phat
You heard this beat 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 you're still flyer'in lots
You might say my vocals are up too
So turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
Instead just fuck with the phone book

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Harry Please?

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey this is Anus down at the cannery,
uh, Dick Shooter a bulletin, something about, uh,
you filling in his slot down at the, uh, garage.
We got a of fudge. We need as many packers 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 head that fits a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a damn green bitch
I'm far rich, I gotta hoopty
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 Tom Dove

(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 can't hear, my right mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I hoes and call them bitches to thier face
And "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'Cause simply my dear, I don't a fuck!

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

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

(Guy)

(Mo' Styles)
Yeah, what's up I'm lookin' fo this deal,
you know what I'm 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)
Bring it, it, bring it

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
My names 2 Dope, and sometimes
Sometimes Shags, and sometimes
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down in all five, fuck it, I do still
Stretch my nuts 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
motherfuckin' bungee
WAAAAAAH!

(Music Cuts to J)
I'm J back to make you smile more
I let my drag on the tile floor
I free 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)