Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

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

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The cartel slings legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It accelerates
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, at that air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per get higher
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 reached to the of my speech
And I told ya, I'm 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 just a bit
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear 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 pounds of pure pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking weight
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
Time to shift and let my seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the chief
Move or lose, I the wack 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 lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake fools from the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't peep or or you lose your freak
The growl, engine loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is

Gear number five, you're get wide
So realize that I and I rhyme for mine
I rope the dope and is he up, nope
I ain't the joke so hope for my throat
it is, the whiz gets his
The word quiz is it is and Mix don't 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 them you rule
You boot but not me, troops, you like
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I about to get rape by fake
Just look at the tail light shrink and think
How I left you pink in a lyrical
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 your (3x)