Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to
Yeah, there's no escape from the dome
You know I'm when 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 when the over
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 stage had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they the chains
I went and 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 and it's time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm from the streets, pop
And please back, so you can get dropped
time to see who's nice and who can really rap
I the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to 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 for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your side
wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna your wet wide, so step side

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 and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo'
Nowhere to run, to go
I got a solid hip the belt to make your nuts not grow

to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I with a chin strap
Flash past 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
and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet
Give you the appeal 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 me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in my
my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block

Yeah, Freddie on a rampage
time 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

She'll lay you down and put on your chest
Then turn and blast 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 is jail
Long as I'm strapped I can't
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye it
A piece of steel with a on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm bringin' to the street again
'Cause 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, lettin' you know I'm never 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 knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you later
As I pass the mic like a hot

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

Well, to hell with you and your fat-O the gurtle neck
So ol' gold digger, dig dirt, there you have it
Want or a marriage, go get the carrot 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 shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
Left a gash, you catch a in your ass

I'm disrespectin', I won't 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 make you suckers suede bald

Chip-chop, the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a knuckle
on, what's 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 I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' about this
The militant mack in the house and I got a right
For all that try to stand in my and front
that and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up