Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, 'em in fear
Rumble, young man
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a superior
stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck wit' a
octane there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical king
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm your

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme cartel legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 cylinders listen to the
It accelerates
or else get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I? cutted? you other? smutters? rammed in the
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill when my rhyme's on
As I the end of my tach
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is to the peak 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 down on 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 I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep plenty of
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 pounds of pure pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the bulk to 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 Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the increase
Police got beef wit the word
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You light my fuse and clear out or get
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm rough lust who wanna be
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake from around the way
Knowing damn well, you from LA
where you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't peep or or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue keep 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is