Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

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

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I ?cutted? you other rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, passing
Revolution per get higher
How can I chill my rhyme's on fire
As I approach the end of my
My horse power blows to the max
Red is reached to the peak of my speech
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on young bucks
Let 'em big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
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, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two hundred pounds of pure pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the chief
Move or lose, I excuse the dudes
You my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm out live
So I'm lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss that Raider's stuff
Fake fools around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't or creep or you lose your freak
The growl, engine loud
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get for fifth
hit 'em wit a maximum 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, eyes get wide
So that I survive and I rhyme for mine
I the dope and is he coming up, nope
I the joke so don't hope for my throat
it is, the whiz gets his
The quiz is what 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 ain't
To rob another fool them claim you
You but not me, troops, you like juice
So you hit the wearing my boots
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't to get rape by fake
Just look at the light shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a kink
Time to drop to my gears and then
'Cause I lock the box on clowns that jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)