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 J but my homies call me Shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm J bitch
I put my boys on a track even they suck

(Dave)
Yo dawg, I'm and I don't give a fuck

(Violent J)
I did a record deal, I signed a
Technically, for Island I can rap
Well that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that? it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat 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 still phat
My shit went gold, I got fat
And you're flyer'in parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too
So I'ma 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our
comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the book

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Harry Sacks

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey this is Slim down at the cannery,
uh, Shooter 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 motel
I got a big head that never a hat
So you ain't see me a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I hoopty
a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I a broken tail light and I'll smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got 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 long and I need a fuckin'
I can't hear, my right mad wack
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kickin'
I slap and call them bitches to thier face
And scream "Now 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, up son?

(Guy)

(Mo' Styles)
Yeah, what's up son? I'm fo this deal,
you know I'm sayin'? I
got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo'
I'm 'bout to this flow, y'all ready fo this 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 1-800 Crenshaw. We hard.

(Music Starts)
it, bring it, bring it

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

(Music to Violent J)
I'm J back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the floor
I kick free styles, for
My gold 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)