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 call me
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 signed a
for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid still spit
though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that shit was

You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma freak it
And if you my shit don't even rhyme
Look at that, I ain't even got a rap and it's phat
My shit went gold, I got fat
And you're still parking lots
You say my vocals are up too loud
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
I'll just fuck with the phonebook

Yeah, uh Harry Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim down at the cannery uh
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, 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 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 ain't me wearin' a damn thing green bitch
I'm far rich, I got a hooptie
With a in the fender 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 even the rest
It takes too long and I need a cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I slap and call them bitches to their face
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
'Cuz my dear, I don't give a fuck

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 raps to for y'all
Y'all for Mo Styles?
I'm about to kick this

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

My name's 2 Dope and Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and some Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked on all 5, fuck it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts back a sling shot
I 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid stepped, I applied the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin' bungie

(Uh, uh, uh)

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