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, there's no escape from the dome
You know I'm nice when I'm fat rhymes on the metronome

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

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

I'm on a hunt for a who wanna 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 time to get yo ass

Yeah, I'm comin' the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get
It's time to see nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not to shake the water and wake the gator
But I'ma the mic like 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 flipped
The next side for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your left
wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm slide your wet wide, so step side

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

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

The wicked a wicked a bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible]
Dissed in and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
the dough 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 smack him in his
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, I knock him out
I heat and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better the block

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

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on chest
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

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

I'm bringin' to the street again
'Cause them same broke-ass ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone the beat again
Suckers got with the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, to let you know
is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'

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

attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] to French Fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll a set

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

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

Class I'm disrespectin', I see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', and fallin' down
All's left to call cops when I smack you with a wig
And make you suckers suede bald

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
You couldn't knock with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, and get a boo-boo from your 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 I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, commercial about this
The militant mack in the and I got a right hand
For all that try to stand in my and front
Believe that and I'm comin' straight the streets, word up