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
Mike. Come on!
(Music starts)

Uh, Uh, Uh
I'm Violent J but my call me Shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J
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 record deal, I a contract
Technically, for I can only rap
Well fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that 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 phat
My shit went gold, I got fat
And you're still parking lots
You might say my are up too loud
So turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic are geniuses, get off our penises
Here the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll fuck with the phone book

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Sacks Please?

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey this is Slim Anus at the cannery,
uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, about, uh,
you filling in his slot down at the, uh, garage.
We got a casement of fudge. We need as 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 never a hat
So you see me wearing a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I gotta
a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken light and I'll smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got love
Fat to the lyrical Tom Dove

(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 right ear's mad
So shut the fuck up and or get an ass kickin'
I hoes and call them bitches to thier face
And scream "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
'Cause simply my dear, I don't a fuck!

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

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

(Guy)

(Mo' Styles)
Yeah, what's up I'm lookin' fo this deal,
you what I'm sayin'? I
got raps to fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Styles?
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this 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, bring it, it

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
My names 2 Dope, and Shaggy
Sometimes Shags, and sometimes
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 Camel and stretched his back like
motherfuckin' bungee
WAAAAAAH!

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

(Door Opens, closes)