Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, young man
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just
Gaskets crank, 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 folding
Most Cadillac get look 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 try to fuck wit' a boss
octane there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical king
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm testarosa

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme cartel slings legalized
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 listen to the horses
It accelerates
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I? cutted? you other? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, at that air intake
Second gear, fakes
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 is reached to the peak of my speech
And I told ya, I'm your

Gear number three, get off the and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these 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 I hit fifth
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 hundred sixty 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 like a ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to shift and let my seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to fourth gear, the speed
got beef wit the word chief
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 rough lust who be tough
You fuss and cuss that Raider's stuff
Fake fools around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
where you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
peep or creep or you lose your freak
The growl, engine loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is