Luyện nghe bài hát $85 Bucks An Hour

(Violent J)
at the studio...
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and a
beat Mike. on!
(Music starts)

Uh, Uh, Uh
I'm Violent J but my homies call me
But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J
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 record deal, I signed a
Technically, for I can only 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, 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 ain't got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold, I got fat
And still flyer'in parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too
So turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic are geniuses, get off our penises
comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just 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 Anus down at the cannery,
uh, Shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,
you in his slot 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 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 light and smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got clown
Fat props to the lyrical Tom

(Monoxide Child)
It's the M-O-N-O, and I even spell the rest
It too long 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 slap hoes and call bitches to thier face
And scream "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
'Cause my dear, I don't give a fuck!

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

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

(Guy)

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

(Guy)
this?

(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 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy
Shags, and sometimes 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
kid that stepped,
I applied a Camel Clutch and stretched his like
motherfuckin' jump
WAAAAAAH!

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

(Door Opens, closes)