Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, man rumble
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, get spank
Stripes get yank, a rank
Won't the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's keep
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the running like 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
I swing on a lyrical speed king
And that's just first gear, listen for the
Who can get this
I'm your

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme cartel slings legalized
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 cylinders listen to the
It accelerates
or else get move
Run for my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, at that air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill when my rhyme's on
As I approach the end of my
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
And I told ya, I'm your

Gear three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these bucks
Let 'em big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you that's quick
Huh, wait I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your next
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the 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 lust who wanna be
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you from son, so you rattle
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm your
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is

number five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I for mine
I the dope and is he coming up, nope
I ain't the joke so don't hope for my
There it is, the gets his
The word quiz is what it is and Mix give
Sight to the who act like Max
And try to a pop rap to hit the map
That ain't like me, it cool
To rob another fool claim you rule
You boot but not me, troops, you juice
So you hit the wearing my boots
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't to get rape by fake
Just look at the tail light and then think
How I you pink in a lyrical kink
to drop to my gears and then stop
'Cause I lock the box on them clowns jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)