Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, young man
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a superior
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 and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa running it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
octane there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical 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 spears
The rhyme cartel slings dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
or else get move
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at air intake
Second gear, passing
Revolution per get higher
How can I when my rhyme's on fire
As I the end of my tach
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the clutch and let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these young
Let 'em big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think quick
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 pounds of pure pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the increase
Police got beef wit the chief
or lose, I excuse the wack dudes
You light my fuse and out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No to lip synch, I'm straight out live
So I'm lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake fools from the way
Knowing damn well, you from LA
where you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or creep or you your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is