Luyện nghe bài hát Padma Lakshmi vs. Randy Jackson

[Padma
Oh, boy...

[Round 1: Lakshmi]
I was thrilled to do show, but a bit resistant
They told me I was battling Simon Cowell's
Third on the panel, but you got no
said "eliminate Randy," and you were a judge
You produced America's best dance
so someone would finally dance 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

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

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

Jackson]
No

[Padma
Baby boy, hear it

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

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

Lakshmi]
Only curse is your raps

[Randy
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

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

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

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

Josh Silverstein]
I got it

[Round 3: Padma
You a solo artist, that lasted three months
Like a child's car seat, you belong up front
I'm on the cover of Vogue, you're on the of "Vague"
on the side of the road, begging for some change
You got just two friends and they married you
You toured Mariah, Mariah carried 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 words against me. Alright, yo, yo, y'all ready? It's time to this down. Hit it

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