Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, 'em in fear
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, just crumble
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior
stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's keep
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you get lost in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck wit' a
High octane there 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, it here queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel slings dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I? cutted? you other? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at that air
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 and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on young bucks
Let 'em big boss is just a bit quicker
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, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
You light my fuse and clear out or get
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm straight out
So I'm lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake from around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed you come from son, so you rattle
it or not, I scream straight 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 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
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