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 me I was battling Simon Cowell's assistant
on the panel, but you got no love
They "eliminate Randy," and you were a judge
You produced America's dance crew
so someone would finally dance with you
You worked with George and Madonna at their best
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 made sense, they would hurt
They're as confusing as a becoming a food expert
You release cookbooks, a author
a "Top Chef" the way Dr. Dre's a doctor
Heard you won an Emmy, is that really
What's it for, besides standing by some
Released own rice, that's alarming
I wouldn't eat your if my black ass was starving

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

[Randy
No

Lakshmi]
Baby boy, let's it

[Round 2: 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
Keep weight, I hope you fade away
Get credit as a judge for incredible picks
But for every Kelly Clarkson, there were four Hicks
No, I'm not a chef, but I get this much
you look like Urkel, who got fucked by Jabba the Hut

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

[Padma
Only thing curse is your

Jackson]
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

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

[Randy
What? is wrong with you? Come on, yo

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

[Beatboxer Josh
I got it

3: Padma Lakshmi]
You were a solo artist, that lasted months
Like a child's car seat, you don't up front
I'm on the cover of Vogue, on the cover of "Vague"
You're on the side of the road, begging for change
You got just two friends and both married you
You toured Mariah, Mariah carried you
Ah, head so bright you 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 It's time to shut this down. Hit it

[Round 3: Randy
Yo, Padma, actin' way too saucy
Coming off your recipes, way too salty
I'm stuck in this battle, I had another option
a Kardashian Kris 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 me all along
But looking at it now, y'all, that's gonna be a no from me, dawg