Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where love to hate, especially 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 even help em' at it
But why'all ain't got no flows, so it up you silly rabbits
I'ma on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic
And please don't try to test us 'cause you know let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you really like us
'cause if you thank us, then you 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, gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear want to be down with my team
Don't let the talkin' on them CD's fool you
That what they 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
bitches test my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
yeah it's on now
4x]

Nigga don't you know Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a gun
out ya lungs
Like old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
This body heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with fuckin' shirt soaked
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 niggaz want to test my
make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and ya 'cause
Get from me, but gangsta love
No me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated the verse]
You niggaz be to test, I ain't no slouch
I my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!