Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a superior
Won't stop the jock in American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's keep
Most rappers get look 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 dual
Don't ever try to wit' a boss
High there ain't no ping
When I swing on a speed king
And that's first gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm testarosa

Second gear, it here queer
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme cartel legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 cylinders listen to the
It accelerates
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, passing
per lyric get higher
How can I chill when my on fire
As I approach the end of my
My lyrical horse power 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
Keep 'em all on these young bucks
Let 'em big boss 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 that's quick
Huh, wait 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 attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt ya
I'm your

Up to fourth gear, the increase
Police got wit the word chief
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
You my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No to lip synch, I'm straight out live
So I'm rough lust who be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider's
Fake fools from the way
Knowing damn well, you from LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
peep 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 roll ya, fold ya, ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm your
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is

number five, you're eyes get wide
So realize I survive and I rhyme for mine
I rope the dope and is he up, nope
I ain't the so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the gets his
The quiz 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 ain't 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 wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I about to get rape by fake
Just look at the tail light shrink and then
How I you pink in a lyrical kink
to drop to my gears and then stop
'Cause I lock the box on clowns that jock
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm Testarosa (3x)