Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, the mic
And your rhyme 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 pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
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 your show in a nova

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

I'm on a hunt for a who wanna turn 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 hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm from the streets, pop
And fight back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's and who can really rap
I the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
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 couldn't be alright if I erased your side
Who's wet dried when tried, next died
I'm slide your wet wide, so step side

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

to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached 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
and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet
you the whip 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 disrespect me I smack him in his
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 niggas better leave the block

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

She'll lay you down and put on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a 33 tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack 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 bust you in the eye it
A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm 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
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, 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 your knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic like a hot

Shrimps attempt to get when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' a limp eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French
Mad as a vet, man, it'll 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
ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from 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 your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a
a gash, you catch a headache in your ass

Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin',
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and down
All's left to call when I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suede bald spots

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