Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, the mic
And your better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there's no from the terror dome
You know I'm nice I'm bustin' 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 the battle's 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 down stage they had me in
But I hit New York and they loosened the chains
I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild,

I'm on a for a rapper who wanna turn singer
I got my beat 'em bat and a itchy finger
So if you're with 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 fight back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's nice and who can rap
I smack the out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not to shake the water and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic like a hot

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 next lookin' for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased left side
Who's wet dried Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so side

Any dull raps get the skull caps 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 solid hip below the to make your nuts not grow

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

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

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

lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a 33 tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack 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 fail
this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
A of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm bringin' to the street again
'Cause them same niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone flipped the beat
Suckers got caught the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you I'm never lettin' go
I beat 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 when I see you later
As I the mic like a hot potato

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

Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the neck
So ol' digger, dig some dirt, there you have it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the 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 your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a
Left a gash, you catch a in your ass

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

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
You couldn't knock boots with a knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a from your jaw
It's 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

what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all 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 and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up