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 Violent J but my homies call me
But my homies, to you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my on a track even though they suck

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

(Violent J)
I did a record deal, I signed a
Technically, for I can only rap
Well fuck that, with I'ma still spit
Even I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is
You heard this beat eighty times I'ma freak it
And if you notice, my shit even rhyme...
Look at that. I ain't got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold, I got fat
And you're still flyer'in parking
You might say my are up too loud
So turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
Instead I'll just fuck 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 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 name is Maddrox and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a thing green bitch
I'm far rich, I gotta hoopty
With a smash in the fender, and in the too
I gotta a broken tail and I'll smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got love
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 and I need a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad
So the fuck up and listen or get an ass kickin'
I hoes and call them bitches to thier face
And "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and nuts
simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

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

(Guy)

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

(Guy)
Who's

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

(Music Starts)
it, bring it, bring it

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

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

(Door Opens, closes)