Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

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

Second gear, it here queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel 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? you other? smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at air intake
Second gear, fakes
per lyric 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 is reached to the peak 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 these bucks
Let 'em big boss 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, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep plenty of
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 of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the speed
Police got beef wit the word
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
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 rough lust who be tough
You and cuss wearing that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing 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 lyrical
peep or creep or you lose your freak
The growl, engine loud
My tongue keep 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is