Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, the beat, cock the mic
And your better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there's no from the terror dome
You I'm nice when I'm bustin' 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 you down on stage and when the battle's over
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 stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New 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 wanna turn
I got my beat 'em down bat and a finger
So if nice with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's 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 nice and who can really rap
I smack the out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not to shake the water 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 then
The next side lookin' for the def
You couldn't be alright if I erased your left
Who's wet dried Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna your wet wide, so step side

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

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

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and bad
Ready and Willy gettin' glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in
I attack your back, force you to retire a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but
Take the dough 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, then I him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in my
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the

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

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on 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 fail
Check this, I take the bass and I you in the eye with it
A piece of with a screen 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. microphone flipped the beat
got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you
This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit

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

Shrimps to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done chop to French Fries
Mad as a vet, man, it'll hurt a set

Well, to hell with you and fat-O with the gurtle neck
So ol' digger, dig some dirt, there 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 look how lucky
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
I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
All's left to call cops I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suckers suede spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin'
It's on, what's more, and get a boo-boo 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 what I'm 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
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 house and I got a hand
For all that try to stand in my and front
that and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up