Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, 'em in fear
Rumble, man rumble
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa 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
I swing on a lyrical speed king
And that's first gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm testarosa

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel slings 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 my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The best get and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill when my on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power 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 clutch and 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 when I hit one
Now I'm in third and you think 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 next attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the increase
Police got beef wit the chief
or lose, I excuse the wack dudes
You my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm out live
So I'm rough lust who be tough
You and cuss wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake from around the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't 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 or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is