Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

Chillin' at the
Chillin' at the studio, 85 bucks an
So hurry up and loop a 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 suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I give a fuck"
I did a deal, I signed a contract
Technically for 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, leave it in, that shit was

You this beat 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 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 turn 'em up 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 fuck the phonebook

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

My name is Jamie and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin' a damn thing bitch
I'm far from rich, I got a
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 even spell the rest
It too long and I need 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 bitches to their face
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'Cuz simply my dear, I don't give a

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

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

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

My name's 2 Dope and sometimes
Sometimes and some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it, I do still
Stretch my nuts like a sling shot
I plant 'em in mouth
Shake my like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
kid that stepped, I applied 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 drag on the tile
I free styles for miles, my gold comes in piles
I worked on Belle
I up deer shit and now I spit raps
I your neck 'cuz my free styles are fresh