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 have to fight
Yeah, there's no escape the terror dome
You know I'm nice I'm bustin' fat rhymes 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 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 I hit New York and they loosened the chains
I went and 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 with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap hunter and it's 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 mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic 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 tape flipped
The next side for the def side
You be alright if I erased your left side
Who's wet dried Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step

Any dull raps get the caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass back at 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 belt to your nuts not grow

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

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and bad
Ready and Willy [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, him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
I keep heat and the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better the block

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

She'll lay you and put hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and you with a 33 shot tec
You rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got off by my head hoe

Called by the militant mack, my mentality is
Long as I'm strapped I fail
Check this, I take the bass and I you in the eye with it
A of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm bringin' suckers to the again
'Cause same broke-ass niggas 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 I'm never lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not pop'

You mess around with the beats, get 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' a limp eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French
Mad as a murder vet, man, hurt a set

Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the neck
So ol' gold digger, dig 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 hook, hit the hare, now look 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

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

Chip-chop, the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots a muthafuckin' knuckle
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 stuff for all those hungry MC's out
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' about this
The militant mack in the and I got a right hand
For all that try to stand in my face and
Believe and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up