Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, man rumble
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, get spank
get yank, a superior rank
Won't the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get lost in the dual
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High octane there ain't no
When I swing on a speed king
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm your

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 finish is
12 cylinders listen to the
It accelerates
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I? cutted? you other? smutters? rammed in the
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, at that 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 lyrical power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the of my speech
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the clutch and let 'em up
Keep 'em all on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is just a bit
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun when I hit one
Now I'm in and you think that's quick
Huh, till 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, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pure
Critical mass is my name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the bulk to and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
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 wanna be
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake fools from the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
where you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I straight up Seattle
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or creep or you your freak
The growl, engine loud
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get ready for
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is