Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and and they hate the shit
They try to come up us, the radio even help em' at it
But why'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making 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 niggaz like us
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so like us
I'm the of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others be less
Come prepared, man I swear they want to be down my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them fool you
That ain't what really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw to the pavement

Why why'all test my
These test my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
yeah it's on now
4x]

Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make fucking body smell
I can you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking the best
Nigga so all you with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a 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,
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 your shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a 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 gangsta come and the waters
You be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

Why you niggaz want to 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 then I'm ya
Throw tile over round your throat and ya 'cause
Get nothing from me, but gangsta
No testin' me my nigga, you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

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