Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

Chillin' at the
at the studio, 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and a beat 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 boys on a track even though suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I don't a fuck"
I did a record deal, I a contract
Technically for I can only rap
But fuck that, with I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like
What the fuck was
Fuck it, leave it in, shit was phat

You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still it
And if you notice my don't even rhyme
Look at that, I ain't got a rap and it's still 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
Psychopathic are geniuses, get off on penises
comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just with the phonebook

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

My name is Madrox and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the motel
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 fender and in the too
I got a broken taillight and I'll 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 spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a cigarette
I can't hear, my ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their
And scream, "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, and check nuts
'Cuz my dear, I don't give 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 this 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 hard
(Bring it, it, bring it)

My 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked on all 5, fuck it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a sling
I 'em in your mouth
Shake my like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin' jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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