Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just
Gaskets crank, rappers get
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 keep
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa running like it 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 no ping
When I swing on a lyrical 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, hitting spears
The rhyme cartel slings dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It accelerates
or else get move
Run for my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you other rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at air intake
Second gear, passing
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 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 boss is just a bit
Get the
Backtalk none, son
you at the gun when I hit gear 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 Mix-A-Lot for your attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got beef wit the chief
Move or lose, I excuse the dudes
You light my fuse and clear out or get
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm rough lust who be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake from around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you from son, so you rattle
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't peep or creep or you lose freak
The growl, engine loud
My tongue beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is

Gear five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I for mine
I rope the and is he coming up, nope
I the joke 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 ain't like me, it ain't
To rob fool them claim you rule
You boot but not me, troops, you juice
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get by fake
Just look at the tail light shrink and think
How I left you in a lyrical kink
to drop to my gears and then stop
'Cause I the box on them clowns that jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)