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
said "eliminate Randy," and you were a judge
You produced America's dance crew
Just so someone would finally with you
You worked with George Michael and Madonna at their
But you'll just be known for Seacrest

[Randy
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 bestselling
a "Top Chef" the way Dr. Dre's a doctor
Heard you won an Emmy, is that true?
What's it for, besides standing by 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?

[Randy
No

Lakshmi]
Baby boy, hear it

2: Padma Lakshmi]
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 less of you day
Keep weight, I hope you fade away
Get credit as a judge for incredible picks
But for every Kelly Clarkson, there four Taylor Hicks
No, I'm not a chef, but I get this much
When you look Urkel, who got fucked by Jabba the Hut

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

[Padma
Only thing curse is raps

[Randy
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

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

[Randy
What? What is wrong with you? 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 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 toured Mariah, Mariah carried you
Ah, so bright you lift ships through the fog
I've heard your rap [style?], well, it was a pitchy, dawg

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

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