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

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

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

My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat
I'm always in the motel halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a damn thing green
I'm far rich, I got a hooptie
With a smash in the and in the back too
I got a broken and I'll smash you, bitch
Get my way, we got clown luv
props to the lyrical 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 ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I slap hoes and call them to their face
And scream, "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'Cuz simply my dear, I don't give a

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

Yeah, up son
I'm lookin' for this deal, you what I'm sayin'
I got to bust for y'all
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm to kick this flow

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

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

(Uh, uh, uh)

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