Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

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

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel slings dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It smooth
Move or get move
Run for my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? smutters? in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get swept and let out to
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 line is to the peak of my speech
And I told ya, I'm your

Gear number three, get off the and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is just a bit
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 till I hit
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want for your next attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred pounds of pure pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the 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 wearing that stuff
Fake fools from the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come son, so you rattle
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue keep 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
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, show 'em what it is