Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas crumble
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior
stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High octane there no ping
When I swing on a speed king
And that's just first gear, listen for the
Who can get this
I'm your

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

Gear three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all on these young bucks
Let 'em know big is just a bit quicker
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in and you think that's quick
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 your attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to fourth gear, the speed
Police got 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 to lip synch, I'm straight out live
So I'm rough lust who be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake fools from the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
peep or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is

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