Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

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

You heard beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't rhyme
Look at that, I ain't got a rap and it's still phat
My went gold, I got fat knots
And still flyering parking lots
You say my vocals are up too loud
So I'mma 'em up louder and I'll piss you off
Records are geniuses, get off on penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
Instead just 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 in his slot tonight down at the uh garage
We got a casement of fudge, we need as many
we can get uh, uh Sacks

My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat
I'm always urinating in the halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a damn thing bitch
I'm far rich, I got a hooptie
With a in the fender and in the back too
I got a taillight and I'll 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 even the rest
It too long and I need a fuckin' cigarette
I hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'Cuz simply my dear, I give a fuck

Yo, this Mo Styles in dis peace, up son?

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

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

My 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and some times
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it, I do still
Stretch my nuts back 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 kick free styles for miles, my gold in piles
I worked on Belle
I picked up deer shit and now I spit
I snap your neck my free styles are fresh