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 my homies, to you I'm Violent J, bitch
I put my boys on a track though they suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I give a fuck"
I did a deal, I signed a contract
Technically for Island I can rap
But fuck that, with I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
What the fuck was
Fuck it, leave it in, shit was phat

You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma freak it
And if you notice my don't even 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 still flyering parking
You say my vocals are up too loud
So I'mma turn 'em up louder and I'll you off
Records are geniuses, get off on penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no
Instead I'll just fuck the phonebook

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

My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat
I'm always in the motel halls
I got a big head that never a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a damn thing 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 I'll 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 spell the
It takes too long and I a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my ear's mad wack
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to face
And scream, "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
simply my dear, I don't give a fuck

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

Yeah, up son
I'm lookin' for deal, you know what I'm sayin'
I got raps to bust for
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm about to this flow

You ready for shit or what?
Who is
Word son
I'm Mo
I'm straight 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 Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and some times
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it, I do still
my nuts back like a sling shot
I plant 'em in mouth
Shake my like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a bungie jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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