Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

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

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

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

My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat
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
a smash 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 spell the
It takes too long and I need a cigarette
I can't hear, my ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
simply 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
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm about to this flow

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

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

(Uh, uh, uh)

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