Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. First
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas crumble
Gaskets crank, get spank
Stripes get yank, a rank
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's keep
Most rappers get look and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you might get lost in the dual
Don't ever try to wit' a boss
High octane ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical king
And that's just gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm testarosa

Second gear, it here queer
I'm in here, like spears
The cartel slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 cylinders listen to the
It accelerates
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, at that air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per get higher
How can I when my rhyme's on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse blows to the max
Red line is reached to the of my speech
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these young
Let 'em know big is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
you at the gun when I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
Huh, wait I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for next attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the speed
Police got wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You light my fuse and clear out or get
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm out live
So I'm rough lust who wanna be
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing damn well, you from LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
peep or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is

number five, you're eyes get wide
So that I survive and I rhyme for mine
I rope the dope and is he coming up,
I the joke so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the gets his
The word quiz is what it is and Mix don't
Sight to the who act like Max
And try to a pop rap to hit the map
That ain't like me, it ain't
To rob fool them claim you rule
You boot but not me, troops, you juice
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get by fake
Just look at the tail light and then think
How I you pink in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my gears and then
'Cause I lock the box on them that jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm Testarosa (3x)