Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

I'm Violent J, but my call me shithead
But my homies, to you I'm Violent J, bitch
I put my boys on a track even they suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I give a fuck"
I did a record deal, I signed a
Technically for I can only rap
But fuck that, with I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
What the was that?
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 even got a rap and still phat
My went gold, I got fat knots
And you're still flyering lots
You might say my vocals are up too
So I'mma 'em up louder and I'll piss you off
Psychopathic are geniuses, get off on penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
Instead I'll fuck with the phonebook

Yeah, uh Harry Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Anus down at the cannery uh
Shooter left a bulletin, something about uh
Tou filling in his slot down at the uh garage
We got a casement of fudge, we need as many
we can get uh, uh Sacks

My is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never a hat
So you seen me wearin' 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 outta my way, we got luv
props to the lyrical Tom Dub

It's the M O N O and I can't even the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin'
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 their
And scream, "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So back up, and check 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 for y'all
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm to kick this flow

You for this shit or what?
Who is
life 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 name's 2 Dope and sometimes
Sometimes Shaggs and some times
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
Shake my like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin' jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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