Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, young man
Brother won't fumble, just crumble
Gaskets crank, get spank
get yank, a superior rank
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
Don't try to get
you might 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 speed king
And that's 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 cartel slings legalized
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 cylinders to the horses
It accelerates
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per get higher
How can I chill when my on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical power blows to the max
Red line is to the peak of my speech
And I ya, I'm your Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the clutch and let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on young bucks
Let 'em big boss is just 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 plenty 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 hundred pounds of pure pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my seatbelt hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got 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 need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm rough lust who be tough
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake from around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't peep or creep or you 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 ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is

Gear number five, eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I for mine
I the dope and is he coming up, nope
I the joke so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the gets 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 ain't like me, it cool
To rob another fool them claim you
You boot but not me, troops, you juice
So you hit the stage 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
Time to drop to my and then stop
'Cause I lock the box on them clowns that
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)