Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that 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 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 stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying glocks
And please don't try to us 'cause you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz like us
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others be less
Come prepared, man I swear they to be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them fool you
That ain't what they really
The truth can so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch jaw drop to the pavement

Why test my gangsta
These 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 literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you they cannot tell
Fuck me me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking the wrong one
I will hit you with the gun, got a millimeter gun
out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, 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 shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, a nigga out his clothes
out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a come and test the waters
You be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

Why you niggaz want to my gangsta?
Don't make a nigga run up and ya
Or put cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm ya
Throw tile round your throat and drag ya 'cause
Get nothing 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 trying to test, I ain't no
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I the law
I out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle with the trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You shouldn't have runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!