Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

I'm J, but my homies 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 give a fuck"
I did a record deal, I signed a
Technically for Island I can rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma spit
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that shit was

You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma freak it
And if you notice my shit don't 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 flyering parking
You might say my vocals are up too
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 just fuck with the phonebook

Yeah, uh Harry Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim down at the cannery uh
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something 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 name is Jamie and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the halls
I got a big head never fits a hat
So you ain't seen me a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I got a
With a smash in the and in the back too
I got a broken taillight and 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 takes too long and I need a fuckin'
I can't hear, my right mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I slap and call them bitches to their face
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'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 deal, you know what I'm sayin'
I got to bust for y'all
Y'all ready for Mo
I'm about to kick flow

You ready for this shit or
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 Dope and sometimes
Sometimes Shaggs and times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts back a sling shot
I 'em in your mouth
Shake my like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I applied the clutch
And his back like a muthafuckin' bungie jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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