Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. First
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a rank
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a radar
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's keep
Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black
Me, the running like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High octane there ain't no
I swing on a lyrical speed king
And that's just gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm testarosa

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme slings legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 cylinders to the horses
It smooth
or else get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at air intake
Second gear, passing
Revolution per get higher
How can I chill when my rhyme's on
As I the end of my tach
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
And I told ya, I'm your

Gear number three, get off the clutch and let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these bucks
Let 'em know big is just a bit quicker
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun when I hit one
Now I'm in and you think that's quick
Huh, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep plenty of
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking weight
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the chief
or lose, I excuse the wack dudes
You my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm rough who wanna be tough
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
Ashamed where you from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, loud
My tongue keep 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is

Gear five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I and I rhyme for mine
I rope the dope and is he coming up,
I the joke so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the gets his
The quiz is what it is and Mix don't give
to the wack who act like Max
And try to a pop rap to hit the map
That ain't like me, it ain't
To rob another fool them you rule
You but not me, troops, you like juice
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get by fake
Just look at the tail light shrink and then
How I left you in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my and then stop
I lock the box on them clowns that jock
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm Testarosa (3x)