Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, the mic
And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to
Yeah, no escape from the terror 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 you down on stage and when the battle's over
You'll be leaving your in a hearse nova

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

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn
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 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 taste out your mouth, you be a mack
I'm not to shake 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 be alright if I erased your left side
Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next
I'm gonna your wet wide, so step side

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

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

The wicked a a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' 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
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 rapper 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 the clips in my sock
When my 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 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 around and blast you a 33 shot tec
You rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got off by my head hoe

Called by the mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I'm strapped I can't
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 suckers to the street again
'Cause them same niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. flipped the beat again
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 the beats, get your boots knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her I see you suckers later
As I the mic like a hot potato

Shrimps attempt to get when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to Fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, hurt a set

Well, to hell you and your fat-O with the gurtle neck
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 lucky
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky
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 won't see you trippin',
I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
All's left to call when I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suckers bald spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
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 what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out
You what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the and I got a right hand
For all try to stand in my face and front
Believe and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up