Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, young man
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior
stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac get look and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa running it suppose ta
Don't try to get
Cause you get lost in the dual exhaust
Don't try to fuck wit' a boss
High octane there ain't no
When I swing on a lyrical king
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm your

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme cartel slings dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I ?cutted? you ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per get higher
How can I chill when my on fire
As I approach the end of my
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red is reached to the peak of my speech
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
Backtalk none, son
you at the gun when I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
Huh, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep plenty of
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two hundred sixty of pure pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the chief
Move or lose, I 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 out live
So I'm rough who wanna be tough
You and cuss wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake fools around the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I straight up Seattle
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or creep or you lose freak
The growl, engine loud
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is

Gear number five, you're get wide
So realize that I survive and I rhyme for
I rope the dope and is he up, nope
I ain't the joke so don't for my throat
There it is, the whiz his
The word is what it is and Mix don't give
Sight to the who act like Max
And try to a pop rap to hit the map
That ain't like me, it ain't
To rob fool them claim you rule
You boot but not me, troops, you juice
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get rape by
Just look at the tail light shrink and think
How I left you pink in a lyrical
to drop to my gears and then stop
'Cause I lock the box on them clowns jock
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm Testarosa (3x)