Luyện nghe bài hát $85 Bucks An Hour

(Violent J)
at the studio...
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so up and loop a
Mike. Come 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 a fuck

(Violent J)
I did a deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can rap
Well fuck that, with I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like
What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that is phat
You heard this beat eighty times I'ma still it
And if you notice, my shit even rhyme...
Look at that. I ain't even got a rap and it's phat
My went gold, I got fat knots
And you're still flyer'in lots
You say my vocals are up too loud
So turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
records are geniuses, get off our penises
Here the chorus, but I got no hook
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 tonight down at the, uh, garage.
We got a casement of fudge. We need as many 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 that never a hat
So you see me wearing a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I hoopty
With a smash in the fender, and in the too
I a broken tail light and I'll smash you
Bitch, get my way. We got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical Tom

(Monoxide Child)
the M-O-N-O, and I can't even spell the rest
It too long and I need a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call them to thier face
And scream "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, and check nuts
'Cause 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, up son?

(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. ready fo Mo' Styles?
I'm to kick 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 peoples on Crenshaw. We comin' 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 like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid stepped,
I applied a Camel Clutch and his back like
bungee jump
WAAAAAAH!

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

(Door Opens, closes)