Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother fumble, muthafukas just crumble
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior
Won't stop the in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's keep
Most rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa running like it ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get lost in the dual
Don't ever try to wit' a boss
High octane there no ping
When I on a lyrical speed king
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm your

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The cartel slings legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 cylinders listen to the
It accelerates
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? smutters? in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, passing
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill when my rhyme's on
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red is reached to the peak 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 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 third and you think 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, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking weight
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 your

Up to fourth gear, the increase
Police got beef wit the word
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm rough who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider's
fools from around the way
Knowing damn well, you from LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or creep or you lose your
The growl, engine loud
My tongue beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
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