Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, the beat, cock the mic
And rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there's no escape from the dome
You know I'm nice when I'm fat rhymes on the metronome

MC's pass 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 leaving your show in a 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 wanna singer
I got my beat 'em bat and a itchy finger
So if nice with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm comin' the streets, pop
And please back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's nice and who can rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a
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 heard tape then flipped
The side lookin' for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your side
Who's wet dried Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step

Any dull raps get the skull caps back full breeze
your ass back at full 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

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

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible]
Dissed in Hell and in fire
I attack your back, force you to with a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
the dough 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, grab him by his throat, boom, I knock him out
I keep and keep the clips in my sock
When my get hot you punk niggas better leave the block

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

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

Called by the mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I'm strapped I can't
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 bringin' suckers to the street
'Cause them same niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone the beat again
Suckers got caught the rhyme, felt the heat again

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

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

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French
Mad as a vet, man, it'll 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
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 on your 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 fallin'
All's left to call cops 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 with a knuckle
It's on, what's more, 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 talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry 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 that and I'm straight from the streets, word up