Luyện nghe bài hát $85 Bucks An Hour

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

Uh, Uh, Uh
I'm J but my homies call me Shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm J bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they

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

(Violent J)
I did a deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can rap
Well fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
What the fuck was that? it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat eighty times I'ma still it
And if you notice, my don't even rhyme...
at that. I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit gold, I got fat knots
And you're still flyer'in parking
You might say my are up too loud
So I'ma 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our
Here the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phone

(Music cuts. rings, a guy picks up)

(Slim Anus)
Yeah uh, Harry Sacks

(Guy)
Who is

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

(Guy)
...Hello?

(Music Starts)
Uh Uh

(Jamie Maddrox)
My name is Jamie 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 see me wearing a damn thing bitch
I'm far rich, I gotta hoopty
With a in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken light and I'll smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. We got love
Fat to the lyrical Tom Dove

(Monoxide Child)
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 ear's mad
So shut the fuck up and or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call bitches to thier face
And scream "Now off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy up)

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

(Guy)

(Mo' Styles)
Yeah, what's up son? I'm lookin' fo deal,
you know what I'm I
got to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Styles?
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this 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)
it, bring it, bring it

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
My names 2 Dope, and sometimes
Shags, and sometimes Greedy
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
down in all five, fuck it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a and plant 'em in your mouth
my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid stepped,
I applied a Camel Clutch and his back like
bungee jump
WAAAAAAH!

(Music Cuts to J)
I'm J back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the floor
I free styles, for miles
My gold comes in piles, I on Bell Isle...
I picked up deer shit, and now I raps...
I snap neck...
my freestyles are fresh...

(Door Opens, closes)