Luyện nghe bài hát $85 Bucks An Hour

(Violent J)
at the studio...
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and a
beat Mike. on!
(Music starts)

Uh, Uh, Uh
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 they

(Dave)
Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a

(Violent J)
I did a deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can rap
Well fuck that, 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 is phat
You heard this eighty times I'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my shit don't 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 flyer'in lots
You might say my are up too loud
So I'ma turn 'em up to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our
Here the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just with the phone book

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Sacks Please?

(Guy)
Who is

(Slim Anus)
Uh Harry, hey this is Anus down at the cannery,
uh, Shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,
you filling in his slot tonight at the, uh, garage.
We got a casement of fudge. We as many packers as we
can get, uh uh Sacks.

(Guy)
...Hello?

(Music Starts)
Uh Uh

(Jamie Maddrox)
My is Jamie Maddrox and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the halls
I got a big that never fits a hat
So you see me wearing a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I hoopty
With a in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken tail and I'll smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got clown
Fat props to the lyrical Tom

(Monoxide Child)
the M-O-N-O, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin'
I hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call them bitches to face
And scream "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'Cause simply my dear, I give a fuck!

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Mo' Styles)
Yo, this is Mo' in this piece, what's up son?

(Guy)

(Mo' Styles)
Yeah, what's up son? I'm fo this deal,
you what I'm sayin'? I
got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all fo Mo' Styles?
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all fo this shit or what?

(Guy)
Who's

(Mo' Styles)
up son. I'm Mo' Styles, I'm straight from the hood.
I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw. We hard.

(Music Starts)
Bring it, bring it, it

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
My names 2 Dope, and Shaggy
Shags, and sometimes Greedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked down in all five, fuck it, I do this
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your
Shake my like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
kid that stepped,
I applied a Camel and stretched his back like
motherfuckin' bungee
WAAAAAAH!

(Music Cuts to J)
I'm Violent J back to make you more
I let my nutsack drag on the tile
I free styles, for miles
My gold comes in piles, I worked on Isle...
I up deer shit, and now I spit raps...
I your neck...
'Cause my are fresh...

(Door Opens, closes)