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 Violent J, but my homies me shithead
But that's my homies, to you I'm J, bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I don't a fuck"
I did a record deal, I a contract
for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
What the fuck was
Fuck it, leave it in, shit was phat

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

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

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 seen me wearin' a damn thing green bitch
I'm far rich, I got a hooptie
With a smash in the and in the back too
I got a broken taillight and I'll smash you,
Get my way, we got clown luv
Phat to the lyrical Tom Dub

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

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

Yeah, up son
I'm lookin' for this deal, you know I'm sayin'
I got raps to for y'all
Y'all for Mo Styles?
I'm about to kick this

You ready for this shit or
Who is
life son
I'm Mo
I'm from the hood
I got all my peoples on
We coming
(Bring it, it, bring 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, it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts back a sling shot
I plant 'em in your
Shake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my
Last kid that stepped, I applied the camel
And his back like a muthafuckin' bungie jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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