Luyện nghe bài hát Padma Lakshmi vs. Randy Jackson

[Padma
Oh, boy...

[Round 1: Padma
I was thrilled to do show, but a bit resistant
They me I was battling Simon Cowell's assistant
Third on the panel, but you got no
They said "eliminate Randy," and you were a
You produced best dance crew
Just so someone would finally with you
You worked with George Michael and at their best
But you'll just be known for shadowing

Jackson]
Yo, whateva. Whateva, yo, whateva. here for the battle. Hit it, my man

1: Randy Jackson]
If your disses made sense, would hurt
They're as confusing as a becoming a food expert
You release cookbooks, a bestselling
She's a "Top Chef" the way Dr. a doctor
Heard you won an Emmy, is that really
it for, besides standing by some food?
Released your own rice, that's
I wouldn't eat your if my black ass was starving

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

Jackson]
No

[Padma
boy, let's hear it

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

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

[Padma
Only thing curse is raps

Jackson]
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

[Round 2: Randy
You could Ratatouille, I still wouldn't care
Someone find Gordon Ramsay, you're a nightmare
Though there's way too 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 with one
You dig older men, Rushdie
You like husbands like Parmesan cheese, old and crusty?

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

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

Josh Silverstein]
I got it

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

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

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