Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your 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 bustin' fat on the metronome

MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx,
Once I a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and the battle's over
You'll be leaving show in a hearse nova

I'm flippin' the X's times and I'm back again
See, on my way down stage had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they loosened the
I went and me a tec, now I'm wild, insane

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna singer
I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy
So if nice with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap hunter 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 smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a
I'm not tryin' to shake the 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 your tape then
The next side lookin' for the def
You couldn't be alright if I your left side
Who's wet when Treach tried, next died
I'm slide your wet wide, so step side

Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back breeze
your 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 hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow

Here's to all crews that been
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 a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy [Incomprehensible] glad
in Hell and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet
Give you the whip appeal 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, him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
I keep and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the

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

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

Called by the militant mack, my mentality is
as I'm strapped I can't fail
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye it
A piece of steel a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm suckers to the street again
'Cause them 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 your brother down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not pop'

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

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

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

I stab him for his lucky foot
Hit him a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look 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 see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', and fallin' down
All's left to cops when I smack you with a leather wig
And you suckers suede bald spots

Chip-chop, the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a 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 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 Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the house and I got a hand
For all that try to stand in my face and
Believe that and I'm straight from the streets, word up