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 homies me Shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J
I put my boys on a track even 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
though 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 still freak it
And if you notice, my shit even rhyme...
Look at that. I even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit gold, I got fat knots
And you're still flyer'in parking
You might say my are up too loud
So I'ma turn 'em up louder to you off!
Psycopathic are geniuses, get off our penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
I'll just fuck with 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 Anus down at the cannery,
uh, Dick left a bulletin, something about, uh,
you filling in his slot tonight 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 Jamie Maddrox and I got fat
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a damn green bitch
I'm far from rich, I hoopty
With a in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken light and I'll smash you
Bitch, get my way. We got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical Tom

(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 hear, my right 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 scream "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
simply 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, up son? I'm lookin' 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 or what?

(Guy)
Who's

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

(Music Starts)
Bring it, it, bring it

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

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

(Door Opens, closes)