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 J but my homies call me Shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm J bitch
I put my boys on a track even though suck

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

(Violent J)
I did a record deal, I 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 times I'ma still it
And if you notice, my shit don't rhyme...
Look at that. I ain't even got a rap and still phat
My shit gold, I got fat knots
And still flyer'in parking lots
You might say my are up too loud
So I'ma turn 'em up to piss you off!
records are geniuses, get off our penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
I'll just fuck with the phone book

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Sacks Please?

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey this is Slim Anus at the cannery,
uh, Dick left a bulletin, something about, uh,
you filling in his tonight down 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 is Jamie Maddrox and I got fat balls
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head never fits a hat
So you ain't see me a damn thing green bitch
I'm far rich, I gotta hoopty
a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken tail 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 the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin'
I hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call bitches to thier face
And scream "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'Cause my dear, I don't give a fuck!

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

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

(Guy)

(Mo' Styles)
Yeah, what's up I'm lookin' fo this deal,
you what I'm sayin'? I
got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo'
I'm 'bout to this flow, y'all 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 on 1-800 Crenshaw. We comin' hard.

(Music Starts)
Bring it, it, bring it

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

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

(Door Opens, closes)