Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a superior
stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the running like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you get lost in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to wit' a boss
High octane ain't no ping
When I swing on a speed 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, like spears
The rhyme cartel legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get and let out to rest
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 lyrical horse blows to the max
Red line is reached to the of my speech
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the and don't let 'em up
'em all down 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 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 next
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty of pure pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the word
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 lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
where you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or creep or you your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is

Gear number five, eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I rhyme for
I rope the dope and is he coming up,
I ain't the joke so don't for my throat
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
ain't like me, it ain't cool
To rob another fool them claim you
You boot but not me, troops, you like
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get rape by
Just look at the tail shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a kink
Time to to my gears and then stop
'Cause I the box on them clowns that jock
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm Testarosa (3x)