Luyện nghe bài hát Padma Lakshmi vs. Randy Jackson

[Padma
Oh, boy...

1: Padma Lakshmi]
I was to do this show, but a bit resistant
They told me I was battling Cowell's assistant
on the panel, but you got no love
They "eliminate Randy," and you were a judge
You produced America's best crew
Just so someone would dance with you
You worked with George and Madonna at their best
But just be known for shadowing Seacrest

[Randy
Yo, whateva. Whateva, yo, whateva. We're for the battle. Hit it, my man

1: Randy Jackson]
If your made sense, they would hurt
They're as confusing as a model becoming a expert
You release cookbooks, a bestselling
She's a "Top Chef" the way Dr. a doctor
you won an Emmy, is that really true?
What's it for, besides standing by food?
Released own rice, that's alarming
I eat your food if my black ass was starving

Lakshmi]
You look a little hungry. Doesn't he look a hungry?

Jackson]
No

[Padma
Baby boy, let's it

[Round 2: Lakshmi]
Yeah, we won an Emmy, no to be rude
And no way Randy Jackson ever up some food
Like the polar ice caps, there's of you every day
Keep weight, I hope you fade away
Get credit as a judge for your incredible
But for Kelly Clarkson, there were four Taylor Hicks
No, I'm not a chef, but I get paid much
When you look like Urkel, who got by Jabba the Hut

[Randy
Whoa. Yo, I didn't know you could curse on this show

Lakshmi]
Only thing is your raps

Jackson]
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

[Round 2: Randy
You could Ratatouille, I still wouldn't care
Someone Gordon Ramsay, you're a kitchen nightmare
Though way too much spice on your plate
You rely on curry even more than Golden
You speak languages and had me stunned
I read your memoir, you had trouble one
You dig men, Salman Rushdie
You like your husbands like Parmesan cheese, old and

Jackson]
What? is wrong with you? Come on, yo

Lakshmi]
Let's put him in school, please, Josh

Josh Silverstein]
I got it

[Round 3: Padma
You were a solo artist, that lasted three
Like a child's car seat, you don't belong up
I'm on the of Vogue, you're on the cover of "Vague"
You're on the of the road, begging for some change
You got just two friends and they both you
You with Mariah, Mariah carried you
Ah, head so bright you lift ships the fog
I've heard your rap [style?], well, it was a pitchy, dawg

[Randy
Yo, y'all hear that? She gon' use my own words against me. Alright, yo, yo, y'all ready? It's to shut this down. Hit it

[Round 3: Jackson]
Yo, Padma, you're way too saucy
Coming off like your recipes, way too
I'm stuck in this battle, wish I had option
She's a Kardashian put up for adoption
She made her of having a look
And wouldn't have a gig if Crawford could cook
I was told that Padma slay me all along
But at it now, y'all, that's gonna be a damn no from me, dawg