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 might to fight
Yeah, there's no escape from the dome
You know I'm nice when I'm 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 battle's
You'll be leaving your show in a hearse

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 York and they 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 nice with the mic and you wanna
I'm the rap bounty hunter and time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm comin' the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get
It's time to see who's nice and who can rap
I smack the taste out mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the 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 your tape 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 side

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

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

The a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible]
Dissed in and fell in fire
I attack back, force you to retire with a wet wire
Give you the appeal like 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, then I him out
I keep and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk better leave the block

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

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

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

I'm bringin' suckers to the again
them 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 down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit

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

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

Well, to hell with you and your with the gurtle neck
So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, 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 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 catch a headache in ass

Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin',
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and down
All's left to cops when 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 muthafuckin'
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from 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 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial this
The militant in the house and I got a right hand
For all try to stand in my face and front
Believe that and I'm comin' from the streets, word up