Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

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

You heard beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my 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 flyering parking
You might say my 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, is Slim Anus down at the cannery uh
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something uh
Tou filling in his slot down at the uh garage
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 fits a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a damn thing green
I'm far from rich, I got a
With a in the fender 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 the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin'
I can't hear, my right mad wack
So the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to face
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and check
simply my dear, I don't give a fuck

Yo, this Mo in dis peace, what's up son?

Yeah, up son
I'm lookin' for this deal, you what I'm sayin'
I got to bust for y'all
ready for Mo Styles?
I'm to kick this flow

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

My name's 2 and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes and some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
down on all 5, fuck it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts 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 J back 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 Belle
I picked up deer shit and now I raps
I snap your neck 'cuz my free styles are