Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

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

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
on the boss, it's finish is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or get move
Run for my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, at that air intake
Second gear, passing
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill when my on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse blows to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
And I told ya, I'm your

Gear number three, get off the 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 when I hit one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
Huh, wait till I hit
Me and my pack, we keep of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two hundred sixty of pure pain
Critical 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
to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
You light my fuse and out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm rough who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss that Raider's stuff
Fake fools from the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, loud
My tongue beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is