Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

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

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, hitting spears
The cartel slings legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It smooth
Move or get move
Run for my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, fakes
Revolution per get higher
How can I chill my rhyme's on fire
As I the end of my tach
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is to the peak of my speech
And I told ya, I'm your

Gear number three, get off the clutch and 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 when I hit one
Now I'm in third and you that's quick
Huh, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want for your next attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my name
My personal trainer, taking 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 seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the 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 rough lust who wanna be
You and cuss wearing that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
Ashamed where you come son, so you rattle
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't or creep or you lose 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 your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is

number five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I for mine
I rope the dope and is he coming up,
I ain't the so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the whiz his
The word is what it is and Mix don't give
Sight to the wack who act Max
And try to a pop rap to hit the map
That like me, it ain't cool
To rob another fool them claim you
You but not me, troops, you like juice
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I about to get rape by fake
Just look at the tail light and then think
How I left you pink in a kink
Time to drop to my gears and then
'Cause I lock the box on clowns that jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)