Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, no escape from the terror dome
You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat on the metronome

MC's never the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
Once I a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and when the battle's
You'll be leaving your in a hearse nova

I'm flippin' the X's times and I'm back again
See, on my way down stage they had me in
But once I hit New York and they loosened the
I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild,

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who turn singer
I got my beat 'em down bat and a finger
So if you're nice the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm comin' the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get
It's time to see who's nice and who can rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a
I'm not tryin' to shake the and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic a hot potato

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

You fly high, I heard your tape then
The side lookin' for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your side
Who's wet dried Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna your wet wide, so step side

Any dull raps get the skull pulled back full breeze
Blastin' ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm up in fo'
Nowhere to run, to go
I got a hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow

Here's to all crews been wack
I got a cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
Flash past your who's def in the flesh
Yes, you can't that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' glad
Dissed in and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to with a wet wire
Give you the whip like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
Take the from all who owe me

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

If a rapper disrespect me I him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I him out
I keep heat and the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you niggas better leave the block

Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a
time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage
'Cause I labeled as a troublemaker
I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your
Then turn around and blast you with a 33 tec
You couldn't rap, you was from the get-go
So you got bumped off by my hoe

Called by the militant mack, my mentality is
Long as I'm I can't fail
Check this, I take the and I bust you in the eye with it
A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm fly with it

I'm bringin' suckers to the again
them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone flipped the again
got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you
is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'

You mess around the beats, get your boots knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her I see you suckers later
As I the mic like a hot potato

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp,
Sleepin' with a limp eye, pass the hot
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French
Mad as a murder vet, man, hurt a set

Well, to hell with you and fat-O with the gurtle neck
So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, you have it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot a rabbit

Before I him for his lucky foot
Hit him with a hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
I'm not a on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
Left a gash, you catch a headache in ass

Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin',
When I do, you be trippin', and fallin' down
left to call cops when I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suckers suede spots

Chip-chop, the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin'
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from jaw
easy as 1, 2, 3, 4

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

That's what I'm 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry out there
You what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the and I got a right hand
For all that try to in my face and front
Believe that and I'm straight from the streets, word up