Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. First
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, just crumble
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a rank
Won't stop the jock in American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most rappers get look and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa running it suppose ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get lost in the dual
Don't try to fuck wit' 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 testarosa

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 listen to the horses
It accelerates
or else get move
Run for cover my brother, 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, look at that air
Second gear, fakes
Revolution per lyric get
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 reached to the of my speech
And I told ya, I'm your

Gear number three, get off the clutch and let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these young
Let 'em know big boss is a bit quicker
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun when I hit one
Now I'm in and you think that's quick
Huh, wait I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we plenty 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 hundred sixty pounds of pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
Time to shift and let my lyrical hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the speed
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
You light my fuse and clear out or get
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm out live
So I'm lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake from around the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
Ashamed where you from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, loud
My tongue keep '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 your
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is

Gear five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I and I rhyme 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 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 ain't me, it ain't cool
To rob another fool claim you rule
You boot but not me, troops, you like
So you hit the stage wearing my
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get rape by
Just at the tail light shrink and then think
How I you pink in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my and then stop
'Cause I lock the box on them clowns that
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)