Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

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

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

Gear number three, get off the and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is a bit quicker
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun when I hit one
Now I'm in third and you that's quick
Huh, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your next
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the chief
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You light my fuse and clear out or get
I go 100 in a 55
No to lip synch, I'm straight out live
So I'm rough lust who wanna be
You fuss and cuss that Raider's stuff
Fake fools from the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't peep or creep or you your freak
The growl, engine loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is

Gear number five, eyes get wide
So that I survive and I rhyme for mine
I rope the and is he coming up, nope
I ain't the joke so don't for my throat
There it is, the whiz 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 like me, it ain't cool
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 to get rape by fake
Just at the tail light shrink and then think
How I left you in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my gears and then
'Cause I lock the box on them clowns that
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)