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 escape from the terror
You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the

MC's pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I you down on stage and when the battle's over
You'll be leaving show in a hearse nova

I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm again
See, on my way down stage 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 rapper who turn singer
I got my beat 'em down bat and a finger
So if you're nice with the mic and you flip
I'm the rap hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm from the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get
time to see who's nice and who can really 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 side lookin' for the def
You couldn't be alright if I erased left side
Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so side

Any raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know,
And won't stop prayin' and until I'm layin' 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 that been
I got a thinkin' cap with I attached with a chin strap
Flash past your girl who's def in the
Yes, you believe that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in
I attack your back, force you to retire 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 disrespect me I him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better the block

Yeah, Foxxx on a rampage
Every 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 the heart breaker

lay you down and put hickeys on your 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 strapped I 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 suckers to the street again
'Cause them same broke-ass ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone flipped the beat
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat

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

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

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a limp eye, the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French
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
ring 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 your shoulder, I'm a on a path
Left a gash, you a headache in your ass

Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin',
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin'
All's left to call cops when I smack you 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 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'? baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the house and I got a hand
For all that try to in my face and front
that and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up