Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

I'm Violent J, but my homies call me
But that's my homies, to you I'm J, bitch
I put my boys on a track even though suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I give a fuck"
I did a record deal, I a contract
Technically for I can only rap
But fuck that, with I'ma still spit
Even I got a cold and I sound like shit
the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that was phat

You heard this beat 80 times and still freak it
And if you notice my shit even rhyme
at that, I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My went gold, I got fat knots
And you're still parking lots
You might say my are up too loud
So turn 'em up louder and I'll piss you off
Records are geniuses, get off on penises
Here the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just with the phonebook

Yeah, uh Harry Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, is Slim Anus down at the cannery uh
Dick left a bulletin, something about uh
Tou filling in his tonight down at the uh garage
We got a casement of fudge, we as many packers
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 from rich, I got a
With a in the fender and in the back too
I got a broken taillight and smash you, bitch
Get my way, we got clown luv
Phat to the lyrical Tom Dub

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 kicking
I slap hoes and call bitches to their face
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
'Cuz simply my dear, I don't give a

Yo, this Mo in dis peace, what's up son?

Yeah, up son
I'm lookin' for this deal, you what I'm sayin'
I got raps to bust for
Y'all ready for Mo
I'm about to kick this

You ready for this shit or
Who is
life son
I'm Mo
I'm from the hood
I got all my peoples on
We hard
(Bring it, it, bring it)

My 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it, I do still
my nuts back like a sling shot
I plant 'em in mouth
Shake my hips Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I applied the camel
And stretched his like a muthafuckin' bungie jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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