Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

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

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, hitting like
The cartel slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 cylinders to the horses
It accelerates
or else get move
Run for my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? smutters? rammed in the
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 the end of my tach
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 and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on young bucks
Let 'em know big 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 till I hit
Me and my pack, we keep of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to fourth gear, the increase
Police got beef wit the word
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You light my and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake from around the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't peep or creep or you lose freak
The cam's growl, loud
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is