Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Potato

Mic check 1, 2, it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there's no escape from the dome
You know I'm nice when I'm fat rhymes on the metronome

never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
Once I a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and when the over
be leaving your show in a hearse nova

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

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 with the mic and you wanna
I'm the rap bounty and it's time to get yo ass whipped

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

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 tape flipped
The next side for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your side
Who's wet dried Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna your wet wide, so step side

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

to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap raps I attached with a chin strap
past your girl who's def in the flesh
Yes, you can't believe she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and bad
Ready and Willy [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in
I attack back, force you to retire with a wet wire
Give you the appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
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 disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I him out
I heat and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better the block

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

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on chest
turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack from the
So you got bumped off by my 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 steel with a on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I
You knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a from your jaw
easy 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

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