Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

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

MC's pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and when the over
You'll be leaving your show in a nova

I'm flippin' the X's times and I'm back again
See, on my way down they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and 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 nice 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 fight back, so you can get
It's time to see who's and who can really rap
I smack the out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the
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 then flipped
The next side for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased left side
Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step

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 stop prayin' and playin' until I'm up in fo'
to run, nowhere to go
I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not

Here's to all that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached a chin strap
past your girl who's def in the flesh
Yes, you believe that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet
Give you the appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
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 the block

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

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your
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

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

I'm bringin' suckers to the again
'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my again
Mr. flipped the beat again
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, the heat again

I'm it down, lettin' 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 suckers
As I pass the mic a hot potato

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

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

Before I him for his lucky foot
Hit him with a hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
I'm not a chip on shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
Left a gash, you catch a headache in ass

I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin'
All's left to call cops I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suckers bald spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
You couldn't boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from 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 talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4
hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant in the house and I got a right hand
For all try to stand in my face and front
Believe that and I'm straight from the streets, word up