Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

I'm Violent J, but my homies me shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J,
I put my boys on a track though they suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I don't a fuck"
I did a record deal, I signed a
Technically for Island I can rap
But fuck that, with I'ma still spit
though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was
Fuck it, leave it in, that was phat

You heard this 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you my shit 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 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 Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim Anus at the cannery uh
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something uh
Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh
We got a of fudge, we need as many packers
we can get uh, uh Sacks

My name is Madrox and I got fat balls
I'm always in the motel halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you seen me wearin' a damn thing green bitch
I'm far rich, I got a hooptie
With a smash in the fender and in the too
I got a broken and I'll smash you, bitch
Get outta my way, we got luv
Phat to the lyrical Tom Dub

It's the M O N O and I can't spell the rest
It takes too long and I a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my ear's mad wack
So the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to face
And scream, "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So back up, and check nuts
'Cuz simply my dear, I don't 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 to bust for y'all
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm to kick this flow

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 coming
(Bring it, bring it, it)

My name's 2 Dope and sometimes
Sometimes and some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it, I do still
Stretch my back like a sling shot
I plant 'em in your
my hips 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 nutsack drag on the tile
I free styles for miles, my gold comes in piles
I worked on Belle
I picked up deer shit and now I raps
I snap your 'cuz my free styles are fresh