Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. First
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 the jock in some American 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 black
Me, the running like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
ever try to fuck wit' a boss
High there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical speed
And that's just gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm testarosa

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme slings legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It smooth
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I? cutted? you smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, fakes
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill when my rhyme's on
As I approach the end of my
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is to the peak of my speech
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is just a bit
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, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we keep plenty of
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 of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to and contain 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 gear, the speed increase
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You light my fuse and clear out or get
I go 100 in a 55
No to lip synch, I'm straight out live
So I'm rough lust who be tough
You fuss and cuss that Raider's stuff
Fake from around the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come from son, so you
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a 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
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is