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 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 I'ma still spit
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 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't 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 flyering parking lots
You might say my are up too loud
So turn 'em up louder and I'll piss you off
Psychopathic are geniuses, get off on penises
Here the chorus, but I got no hook
I'll just fuck with the phonebook

Yeah, uh Harry Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim Anus down at the uh
Dick left a bulletin, something about uh
Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh
We got a casement of fudge, we need as packers
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 head that never a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a 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 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 to their face
And scream, "Now fuck off bitch, 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, up son?

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

My 2 Dope and sometimes 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 back like a sling
I plant 'em in mouth
my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I applied the camel
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin' bungie

(Uh, uh, uh)

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