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 Simon Cowell's assistant
Third on the panel, but you got no
They said "eliminate Randy," and you were a
You America's best dance crew
so someone would finally dance with you
You worked with George Michael and Madonna at best
But just be known for shadowing Seacrest

Jackson]
Yo, whateva. Whateva, yo, whateva. We're for the battle. Hit it, my man

[Round 1: Jackson]
If your disses made sense, they hurt
as confusing as a model becoming a food expert
You release cookbooks, a bestselling
She's a "Top Chef" the way Dr. a doctor
you won an Emmy, is that really true?
What's it for, standing by some food?
your own rice, that's alarming
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
Baby boy, let's it

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

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

Lakshmi]
Only thing curse is your

Jackson]
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

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

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

[Padma
put him back in school, please, Josh

[Beatboxer Silverstein]
I got it

[Round 3: Lakshmi]
You were a solo artist, lasted three months
a child's car seat, you don't belong up front
I'm on the cover of Vogue, on the cover 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, head so you lift ships through the fog
I've heard your rap [style?], well, it was a little pitchy,

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

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