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 my homies, to you I'm Violent J, bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they
"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, Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even I got a cold and I sound like shit
the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, shit was phat

You this beat 80 times 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 still phat
My shit gold, I got fat knots
And you're still parking lots
You might say my are up too loud
So I'mma turn 'em up louder and I'll you off
Records are geniuses, get off on penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
I'll just fuck with the phonebook

Yeah, uh Harry Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim Anus 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 need as packers
That we can get uh, uh

My name is Jamie and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the halls
I got a big head that never 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 smash you, bitch
Get my way, we got clown luv
Phat to the lyrical Tom Dub

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

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

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

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

My name's 2 Dope and Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and some times
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 plant 'em in mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my
Last kid that stepped, I applied the camel
And stretched his back a muthafuckin' bungie jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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