Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

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

I'm Violent J, but my homies me shithead
But my homies, to you I'm Violent J, bitch
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
for Island I can only rap
But that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even I got a cold and I sound like shit
the fuck was that?
Fuck it, it in, that shit was phat

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

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

My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you ain't seen me a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I got a
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 props to the Tom Dub

It's the M O N O and I can't even spell the
It too long and I need a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I hoes and call them bitches to their face
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, and check nuts
'Cuz simply my dear, I don't a fuck

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

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

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 Dope and Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it, I do this
Stretch my nuts like a sling shot
I 'em in your mouth
my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I 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 nutsack drag on the floor
I kick free for miles, my gold comes in piles
I worked on Isle
I picked up deer shit and now I raps
I snap your neck 'cuz my styles are fresh