Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat or you have to fight
Yeah, no escape from the terror dome
You know I'm when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome

MC's never the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and when the over
You'll be leaving your in a hearse nova

I'm flippin' the X's times and I'm back again
See, on my way down stage had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they loosened the
I went and me a tec, now I'm wild, insane

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who turn singer
I got my beat 'em bat and a itchy finger
So if you're nice the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm from the streets, pop
And please back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic like a hot

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

You fly high, I heard your then flipped
The next side for the def side
You couldn't be if I erased your left side
wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm slide your wet wide, so step side

Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back breeze
Blastin' your ass back at full speed, in flow, you know, bimbo
And stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo'
to run, nowhere to go
I got a solid hip below the belt to your nuts not grow

to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin
Flash past your who's def in the flesh
Yes, you believe that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible]
Dissed in Hell and fell in
I your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but
Take the from all who owe me

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

If a rapper me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I him out
I keep heat and keep the in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better the block

Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a
Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' stage
'Cause I been labeled as a
I my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker

lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
Then around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack the get-go
So you got off by my head hoe

Called by the militant mack, my mentality is
Long as I'm strapped I fail
Check this, I the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
A piece of with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm bringin' to the street again
'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat
Mr. flipped the beat again
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the again

I'm breakin' it down, you know I'm never lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not pop'

You mess around with the beats, get your boots
I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you later
As I pass the mic a hot potato

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp,
Sleepin' with a eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll a set

Well, to hell with you and fat-O with the gurtle neck
So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, there you it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the from a rabbit

I stab him for his lucky foot
Hit him a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a
Left a gash, you catch a headache in ass

I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin'
All's left to call cops when I you with a leather wig
And make you suckers suede spots

Chip-chop, the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw
It's as 1, 2, 3, 4

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the and I got a right hand
For all that try to stand in my face and
Believe that and I'm comin' straight the streets, word up