Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

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

MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx,
I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you on stage and when the battle's over
be leaving your show 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 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 bat and a itchy 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 from the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get
It's to see who's nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the
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 then flipped
The next side lookin' for the def
You couldn't be alright if I erased left side
wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step

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

Here's to all crews been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I with a chin strap
Flash past your girl who's def in the
Yes, you believe that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and in fire
I attack back, force you to retire 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 smack him in his
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, I knock him out
I keep and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the

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

lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack the get-go
So you got off by my head hoe

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

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

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you I'm never lettin' go
I your brother down, punk, just 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 I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic a hot potato

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

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

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

I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and down
All's to call cops when I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suede bald spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
You couldn't knock boots with a 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 what I'm talkin' 'bout, 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 mack in the house and I got a right hand
For all that try to stand in my and front
Believe and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up