Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, young man
Brother fumble, muthafukas just 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 tolling
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa running like it ta
try to get closer
Cause you get lost in the dual exhaust
Don't try to fuck wit' a boss
High octane there ain't no
When I swing on a lyrical speed
And that's first gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm testarosa

Second gear, it here queer
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme cartel legalized dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It accelerates
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I? cutted? you other? smutters? in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu, look at air intake
Second gear, fakes
Revolution per 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 line is reached to the peak of my
And I ya, I'm your 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 a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you that's quick
Huh, till I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred pounds of pure pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, weight gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
Time to shift and let my lyrical hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the speed
Police got beef wit the word
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
You light my fuse and 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 be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that stuff
Fake from around the way
Knowing damn well, you 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 creep or you lose your
The cam's growl, loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is