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 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 suck

(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 Twiztid I'ma spit
Even I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that? Fuck it, it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat eighty I'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my shit don't rhyme...
Look at that. I even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit gold, I got fat knots
And still flyer'in parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too
So I'ma 'em up louder to piss you off!
records are geniuses, get off our penises
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 this is Anus down at the cannery,
uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, about, uh,
you filling in his slot tonight at the, uh, garage.
We got a casement of fudge. We as many packers as we
can get, uh uh Sacks.

(Guy)
...Hello?

(Music Starts)
Uh Uh

(Jamie Maddrox)
My name is Maddrox and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the halls
I got a big head that fits a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing bitch
I'm far from rich, I gotta
With a in the fender, and in the back too
I a broken tail light and I'll smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got clown
Fat to the lyrical Tom Dove

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

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy 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 know I'm sayin'? I
got raps to bust fo y'all. ready fo Mo' Styles?
I'm 'bout to kick flow, y'all ready fo this shit or what?

(Guy)
this?

(Mo' Styles)
Word up son. I'm Mo' Styles, I'm from the hood.
I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw. We hard.

(Music Starts)
it, bring it, bring it

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

(Music to Violent J)
I'm Violent J back to you smile more
I let my drag on the tile floor
I free styles, for miles
My gold comes in piles, I on Bell Isle...
I up deer shit, and now I spit raps...
I snap neck...
my freestyles are fresh...

(Door Opens, closes)