Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, young man
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a rank
Won't stop the in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's keep
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 in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High octane there no ping
When I swing on a speed king
And that's just gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm your

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme slings legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, at that air intake
Second gear, passing
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill when my rhyme's on
As I approach the end of my
My horse power blows to the max
Red is reached 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 these bucks
Let 'em big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
you at the gun when I hit gear one
Now I'm in and you think that's quick
Huh, wait I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your next
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the to crush 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 Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the increase
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the dudes
You my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake from around the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you 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 tongue keep 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is

Gear five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I rhyme for
I the dope and is he coming up, nope
I ain't the joke so don't for my throat
it is, the whiz 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 ain't
To rob another them claim you rule
You but not me, troops, you like juice
So you hit the stage my boots
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get rape by
look at the tail light shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a lyrical
Time to drop to my gears and stop
I lock the box on them clowns that jock
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)