Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

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

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme slings legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 listen 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, muthafukas step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, fakes
per lyric get higher
How can I chill when my on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
And I ya, I'm your Testarosa

Gear three, get off the clutch 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 I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
Huh, wait till I hit
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want for your next attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
Time to shift and let my seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to fourth gear, the speed
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
You light my and clear out or get used
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 wearing that Raider's
Fake fools from the way
Knowing damn well, you from LA
where 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 tongue beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, fold ya, ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is

number five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I 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 gets his
The word quiz is what it is and Mix don't
Sight to the wack who act 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 but not me, troops, you like 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 and then think
How I you pink in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my gears and then
I lock the box on them clowns that jock
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm Testarosa (3x)