Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a rank
Won't 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
Don't try to get
Cause you might get lost in the exhaust
Don't try to fuck wit' a boss
High octane ain't no ping
When I on a lyrical speed king
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, like spears
The rhyme cartel slings dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per get higher
How can I when my rhyme's on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red line is to the peak 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 is just 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, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical hold ya
I'm your

Up to fourth gear, the speed
Police got wit the word chief
or lose, I excuse the wack dudes
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 wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake fools around the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't peep or creep or you lose your
The cam's growl, loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I ya, fold ya, mold 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 so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the gets his
The word quiz is 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 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 shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a kink
Time to drop to my gears and stop
'Cause I lock the box on clowns that jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)