Luyện nghe bài hát Padma Lakshmi vs. Randy Jackson

[Padma
Oh, boy...

[Round 1: Lakshmi]
I was thrilled to do this show, but a bit
They told me I was battling Simon assistant
on the panel, but you got no love
They said "eliminate Randy," and you a judge
You produced America's dance crew
Just so someone would finally with you
You worked with George and Madonna at their best
But you'll 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 disses made sense, they would
as confusing as a model becoming a food expert
You release cookbooks, a author
She's a "Top Chef" the way Dr. a doctor
you won an Emmy, is that really true?
What's it for, besides by some food?
Released own rice, that's alarming
I wouldn't eat food if my black ass was starving

[Padma
You a little hungry. Doesn't he look a little hungry?

Jackson]
No

[Padma
Baby boy, hear it

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

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

Lakshmi]
Only thing is your raps

[Randy
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

2: Randy Jackson]
You find Ratatouille, I still wouldn't care
Someone find Ramsay, you're a kitchen nightmare
Though way too much spice on your plate
You rely on curry even than Golden State
You speak languages and had me stunned
I read your memoir, you had with one
You dig older men, Rushdie
You like your husbands like Parmesan cheese, old and

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

[Padma
Let's put him in school, please, Josh

[Beatboxer Josh
I got it

[Round 3: Lakshmi]
You were a solo artist, that lasted months
Like a car seat, you don't belong up front
I'm on the cover of Vogue, on the cover of "Vague"
You're on the side of the road, for some change
You got two friends and they both married you
You toured with Mariah, Mariah you
Ah, head so you lift ships through the fog
I've your rap [style?], well, it was a little pitchy, dawg

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

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