Luyện nghe bài hát 85 Bucks an Hour

Chillin' at the
at the studio, 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a 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 they
"Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I don't a fuck"
I did a record deal, I signed a
Technically for I can only rap
But that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a and I sound like shit
the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that shit was

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

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

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 me wearin' 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 and I'll smash you, bitch
Get my way, we got clown 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 fuckin'
I can't hear, my ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call bitches to their face
And scream, "Now fuck off bitch, in the place"
So up, recognize and check nuts
'Cuz simply my dear, I don't give a

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

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

You ready for this or what?
Who is
Word son
I'm Mo
I'm straight from the
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 Shaggs and some times
I get mad stupid, I mad ill
Locked on all 5, fuck it, I do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a shot
I plant 'em in your
Shake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my
Last kid that stepped, I applied the camel
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin' bungie

(Uh, uh, uh)

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