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 I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes 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 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 had me strapped in
But once I hit New and they 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 with the mic and you wanna
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's to get yo ass whipped

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

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

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

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and bad
and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet
Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but
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 disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I him out
I keep heat and keep the in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better the block

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Class I'm disrespectin', I 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 suckers bald spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin'
It's on, more, talk and get a boo-boo 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

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