Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. First
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, young man
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
get yank, a superior rank
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's keep
Most Cadillac rappers get look and
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa 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 lyrical king
And just first gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm testarosa

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel slings dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 cylinders listen to the
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? smutters? in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, at that air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill my rhyme's on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the 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 and you think that's quick
Huh, wait till I hit
Me and my pack, we keep plenty of
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your next
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

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