Luyện nghe bài hát Testarosa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, young man
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just
Gaskets crank, get spank
Stripes get yank, a rank
stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa running like it ta
try to get closer
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
ever try to fuck wit' a boss
High there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical speed
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm your

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It accelerates
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, at that air intake
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 blows to the max
Red line is reached to the 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 young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is a bit quicker
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
Huh, wait till I hit
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want for your next attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt 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 out live
So I'm lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake fools from the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't peep or or you lose 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, ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is

Gear number five, you're eyes get
So realize I survive and I rhyme for mine
I rope the dope and is he coming up,
I the joke so don't hope for my throat
There it is, the 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
ain't 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 ain't about to get by fake
Just look at the light shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a lyrical
Time to drop to my and then stop
'Cause I the box on them clowns that jock
Turbo is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)