Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

Chillin' at the
Chillin' at the studio, 85 an hour
So up and loop a beat 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 though they suck
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I give a fuck"
I did a record deal, I a contract
for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma spit
Even though I got a cold and I like shit
What the fuck was
Fuck it, leave it in, that was phat

You heard this beat 80 times and still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't rhyme
Look at that, I ain't even got a rap and it's phat
My went gold, I got fat knots
And you're still flyering lots
You might say my vocals are up too
So I'mma turn 'em up and I'll piss 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 Harry Sacks
Who is
Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim Anus down at the uh
Dick left a bulletin, something about uh
Tou in his slot tonight down at the uh garage
We got a casement of fudge, we need as packers
That we can get uh, uh

My is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls
I'm urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that fits a hat
So you ain't seen me a damn thing green 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 I'll you, bitch
Get outta my way, we got luv
props to the lyrical Tom Dub

It's the M O N O and I can't spell the rest
It takes too and I need a fuckin' 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 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 don't a fuck

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

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

You ready for this or what?
Who is
life son
I'm Mo
I'm from the hood
I got all my on 1-800-increase-y'all
We coming
(Bring it, it, bring it)

My name's 2 Dope and Shaggy
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 back a sling shot
I plant 'em in your
my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I applied the camel
And stretched his back a muthafuckin' bungie jump

(Uh, uh, uh)

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