Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock 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 nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the

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 when the over
You'll be your 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 for a rapper who wanna turn singer
I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy
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 comin' 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 mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to 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 your tape then flipped
The side lookin' for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your left
Who's wet when Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step

Any dull raps get the skull caps back full breeze
Blastin' your ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know,
And stop prayin' and playin' 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 with I attached with a chin strap
Flash past your girl 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 gettin' glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in
I your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
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 disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in my
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the

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

She'll lay you down and put on your chest
Then turn around and you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack 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 fail
Check this, I the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
A piece of steel a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

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

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm lettin' go
I beat brother down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not pop'

You mess around with the beats, get 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?
with a limp eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll a set

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

I stab him for his lucky 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 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 when I smack you a leather wig
And you suckers suede bald spots

Chip-chop, the hip-hop, I chuckle
You knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, more, talk and get a boo-boo 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 what I'm 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry out there
You know what I'm sayin'? 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