Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where they love to hate, on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the
They try to come up over us, the radio even em' at it
But ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't
Still clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us 'cause you know we'll let these pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really us
'cause if you thank us, you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be
Come prepared, man I swear want to be down with my team
let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in faces when you play us
And watch how look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement

Why test my gangsta
These bitches my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
Nigga it's on now
4x]

Nigga don't you that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they tell
Fuck me me, you fucking with the best
so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya
Like old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a out his clothes
Come out the with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the
You will be de-slaughtered, the departed

Why you want to test my gangsta?
Don't make a run up and shank ya
Or put some in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and ya 'cause
Get nothing from me, but love
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the
You niggaz be trying to test, I no slouch
I my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle with the trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!