Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

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

You heard this 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't rhyme
Look at that, I even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit gold, I got fat knots
And still flyering parking lots
You say my vocals are up too loud
So I'mma turn 'em up louder and piss you off
Psychopathic Records are geniuses, get off on
comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the

Yeah, uh Harry please?
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim Anus at the cannery uh
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, about uh
Tou filling in his slot tonight at the uh garage
We got a casement of fudge, we as many packers
we can get uh, uh Sacks

My name is Jamie and I got fat balls
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that fits a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a damn thing green
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 outta my way, we got luv
Phat 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 a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kicking
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 simply my dear, I give a fuck

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
Y'all ready for Mo
I'm about to this flow

You ready for this 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, fuck it, I do still
Stretch my nuts like a sling shot
I plant 'em in your
Shake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my
Last kid stepped, I applied the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin' jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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