Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas crumble
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a 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 blur
Me, the Testarosa running it suppose ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High octane ain't no ping
I swing on a lyrical speed king
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get this
I'm your

Second gear, look it queer
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme cartel legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
on the boss, it's finish is flawless
12 cylinders listen to the
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I? cutted? you smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at air intake
Second gear, passing
Revolution per lyric get
How can I when my rhyme's on fire
As I approach the end of my
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the of my speech
And I told ya, I'm Testarosa

Gear three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these young
Let 'em know big is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun when I hit one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
Huh, wait 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 your attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pure
Critical is my homeboy's 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 Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the speed
Police got wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You my fuse and clear out or get used
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 that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't peep or creep or you lose freak
The cam's growl, 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 ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is