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 when I'm bustin' fat on the metronome

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

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

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 wanna
I'm the rap bounty hunter and time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm from the streets, pop
And please back, so you can get dropped
It's to see who's nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you 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 tape then flipped
The next side lookin' for the def
You be alright if I erased your left side
Who's wet dried when tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step

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

to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin
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 [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and in fire
I your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, 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 get hot you punk niggas better leave the block

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

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your
turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack from the
So you got bumped off by my hoe

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before I stab him for his lucky
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
a gash, you catch 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 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, what's more, talk and get a 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 hard rough 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 face and
Believe that and I'm comin' straight the streets, word up