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 my homies, to you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on a track though they suck

(Dave)
Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I give a fuck

(Violent J)
I did a deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for I can only rap
fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
What the fuck was that? it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this eighty times I'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my shit even rhyme...
Look at that. I ain't even got a rap and it's still
My shit gold, I got fat knots
And you're still parking 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
comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the book

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Sacks Please?

(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 tonight 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 name is Jamie and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the motel
I got a big head that never a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green
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 outta my way. We got clown
Fat props to the lyrical Tom

(Monoxide Child)
the M-O-N-O, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin'
I can't hear, my ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I slap hoes and call them to thier face
And "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, and check nuts
'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, what's up son? I'm fo this deal,
you know what I'm I
got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all fo Mo' Styles?
I'm to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this shit or what?

(Guy)
Who's

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

(Music Starts)
it, bring it, bring it

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
My 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy
Shags, and sometimes 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, my pelvis
Last kid stepped,
I applied a Camel Clutch and stretched his back
motherfuckin' jump
WAAAAAAH!

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

(Door Opens, closes)