Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

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

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

I'm on a for a rapper who wanna turn singer
I got my 'em down bat and a itchy finger
So if you're with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass

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

Any dull get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won't prayin' 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

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

The a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in
I your 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 disrespect me I smack 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
my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block

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

lay you down and put hickeys 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 bumped off by my hoe

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

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

attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done chop to French Fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, hurt 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 stab him for his foot
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now 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

Class I'm disrespectin', I see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', and fallin' down
All's left to call cops when I smack you with a wig
And make you suckers bald spots

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