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 when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome

MC's never the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you on stage and when the battle's over
You'll be leaving your show in a hearse

I'm flippin' the X's times and I'm back again
See, on my way stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New and they 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 'em down 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 from the streets, pop
And please back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a
I'm not tryin' to shake the water and 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 for the def side
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 raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won't stop prayin' and until I'm layin' up in fo'
Nowhere to run, to go
I got a solid hip below the belt to your nuts not grow

to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap raps I attached with a chin strap
Flash past your 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 gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in
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 disrespect 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 in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas leave the block

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

lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
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

Called by the militant mack, my is jail
Long as I'm strapped I fail
Check this, I take the 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 again
'Cause them broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. flipped the beat again
got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm breakin' it down, you know I'm never lettin' go
I beat brother 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 a hot potato

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

Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the gurtle
So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, there you it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot a rabbit

Before I stab him for his foot
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how looks
I'm not a on your 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
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 bald

Chip-chop, the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin'
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 rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' about this
The mack 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' straight from the streets, up