Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, young man
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
get yank, a superior rank
Won't stop the jock in American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's keep
Most Cadillac rappers get look and
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa running it suppose ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get lost in the exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High octane there no ping
When I swing on a lyrical speed
And that's just gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm your

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
or else get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the
My rep is kept, must step
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per lyric get
How can I when my rhyme's on fire
As I approach the end of my
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
And I ya, I'm your Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the clutch and let 'em up
Keep 'em all on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun when I hit one
Now I'm in third and you that's quick
Huh, wait I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, taking weight
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to shift and let my seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm rough lust who be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider's
Fake fools around the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't 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, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm your
I'm your
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is

Gear number five, you're eyes get
So realize that I and I rhyme for mine
I rope the and is he coming up, nope
I ain't the so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the whiz his
The word quiz is it is and Mix don't give
Sight to the who act like Max
And try to a pop rap to hit the map
That ain't like me, it cool
To rob another fool them you rule
You boot but not me, troops, you juice
So you hit the stage my boots
Uh ,uh cupcake, I about to get rape by fake
look at the tail light shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a lyrical
Time to to my gears and then stop
'Cause I lock the box on them clowns jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)