Luyện nghe bài hát Padma Lakshmi vs. Randy Jackson

[Padma
Oh, boy...

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

Jackson]
Yo, whateva. Whateva, yo, whateva. here 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
Heard you won an Emmy, is that really
What's it for, besides standing by food?
your own rice, that's alarming
I wouldn't eat your food if my black ass was

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

[Randy
No

Lakshmi]
Baby boy, hear it

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

Jackson]
Whoa. Yo, I didn't even know you curse on this show

Lakshmi]
Only thing curse is raps

Jackson]
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

[Round 2: Jackson]
You could find Ratatouille, I still wouldn't
Someone find Gordon Ramsay, a kitchen nightmare
Though there's way too spice on your plate
You rely on curry even more than Golden
You speak five and had me stunned
I your memoir, you had trouble with one
You dig older men, Salman
You like your husbands like cheese, old and crusty?

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

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

[Beatboxer Silverstein]
I got it

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

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

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