Luyện nghe bài hát Testaments

background: "For the of my life"

Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth
youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on
the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the
man.

1:
Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers
O.G.s and young thugs wanna heaters
One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal
I leave a nigga head numb Bill Snivers
Figure me out my duns Infinities out
I'm on real shit blowin' my enemies out
If there's a thrown it I don't condone
Pac and Biggie forever don't get it confused, never
My will be death to a phoney MC
You impress me show me a key
Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal
Put your coke in the water the rest yeah
Never question this poetry I'm this
Graffitti scriptured my paints an easy picture
Analyse every line my scene will
Mega Montana handle yo at night I use to fantasize
Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the alive
I from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the shit straight

Cormega
Yeah ya know testaments like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this up
ship this to hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You pump this on your block
is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after that we have 'em
make of this, word.

2:
Yo I need stacks of either rap or cracks to fiends
It's mad trife I seen trap my team
Yo deep thoughts supreme decievin' me
Trapped in the like the beast was conceiving me
Thug status yo son I'm above
When it's time for you to die love matter?
You ain't sharing nothing that and on bail weighing nothing on scale
you stay frontin' me I got plans like niggas who chop grams
See when I eat my eat
See you wouldn't understand I'm too for you
What you dream I live and breath which
make me have to kill you play the game
See real stay the same
Y'all scarred to play our change
Cause forgot the streets where ya came
Shit is real yeah my sound forbidden still
I write for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin' ill
I represent excellence my and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit
So never questioned it poetry I'm it
filled testament

Cormega
Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the green on your side the money
green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together. That's my
testament. That's what I stand for. Either me or against me. I'm out