Luyện nghe bài hát Padma Lakshmi vs. Randy Jackson

[Padma
Oh, boy...

[Round 1: Padma
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 America's best dance crew
Just so would finally dance with you
You worked with George and Madonna at their best
But you'll be known for shadowing Seacrest

[Randy
Yo, whateva. Whateva, yo, whateva. here for the battle. Hit it, my man

[Round 1: Jackson]
If your disses sense, they would hurt
They're as confusing as a model becoming a expert
You release cookbooks, a bestselling
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 food?
Released your own rice, alarming
I wouldn't eat your food if my ass was starving

[Padma
You look a little hungry. he look a little hungry?

Jackson]
No

[Padma
Baby boy, let's it

2: Padma Lakshmi]
Yeah, we won an Emmy, no to be rude
And no way Randy ever passed up some food
the polar ice caps, there's less of you every day
Keep weight, I hope you fade away
Get credit as a for your 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

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

[Padma
Only curse is your raps

Jackson]
Woo. Oh. Alright, hit it

[Round 2: Randy
You could find Ratatouille, I still wouldn't
Someone find Gordon Ramsay, a kitchen nightmare
Though way too much spice on your plate
You on curry even more than Golden State
You five 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

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

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

Josh Silverstein]
I got it

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

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