Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

Chillin' at the
at the studio, 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, on

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 even though suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I don't a fuck"
I did a record deal, I signed a
for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with I'ma still spit
Even I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that shit was

You heard this 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my don't even rhyme
at that, I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My went gold, I got fat knots
And still flyering parking lots
You say my vocals are up too loud
So I'mma turn 'em up louder and piss you off
Psychopathic Records are geniuses, get off on
comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck the phonebook

Yeah, uh Sacks please?
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim Anus at the cannery uh
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, about uh
Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh
We got a casement of fudge, we need as many
we can get uh, uh Sacks

My is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a thing green bitch
I'm far rich, I got a hooptie
With a smash in the fender and in the too
I got a taillight and I'll smash you, bitch
Get my way, we got clown luv
Phat props to the Tom Dub

It's the M O N O and I can't spell the rest
It too long and I need a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right mad wack
So shut the fuck up and or get an ass kicking
I slap and call them bitches to their face
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
simply my dear, I don't give a fuck

Yo, this Mo Styles in dis peace, what's up

Yeah, up son
I'm lookin' for this deal, you know what I'm
I got raps to bust for
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm about to this flow

You ready for this shit or
Who is
Word son
I'm Mo
I'm straight from the
I got all my on 1-800-increase-y'all
We hard
(Bring it, it, bring it)

My name's 2 Dope and Shaggy
Shaggs and some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked on all 5, fuck it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a shot
I plant 'em in your
Shake my like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid stepped, I applied the camel clutch
And his back like a muthafuckin' bungie jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

I'm J back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the tile
I kick styles for miles, my gold comes in piles
I worked on Belle
I picked up deer shit and now I spit
I snap neck 'cuz my free styles are fresh