Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

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 though they suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I give a fuck"
I did a deal, I signed 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
What the was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that shit was

You heard this beat 80 and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't even
Look at that, I ain't even got a rap and it's phat
My shit went gold, I got fat
And you're still flyering parking
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 fuck with the phonebook

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

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

It's the M O N O and I can't even the rest
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 kicking
I slap hoes and call bitches to their face
And scream, "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So back up, and check nuts
'Cuz my dear, I don't give a fuck

Yo, Mo Styles 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
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm about to kick flow

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

My name's 2 and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and some Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, it, I do this still
Stretch my back like a sling shot
I 'em in your mouth
my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I applied the clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin' jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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