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
Won't stop the jock in some car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac get look and disturb
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa running like it ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical king
And that's just first gear, listen for the
Who can get wit'
I'm testarosa

Second gear, it here queer
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme cartel slings dope
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? smutters? rammed in the
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 chill when my rhyme's on
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 your

Gear three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these bucks
Let 'em big boss is just a bit quicker
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 of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want for your next attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pure
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking weight
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to shift and let my seatbelt hold ya
I'm your

Up to gear, the speed increase
Police got wit the word chief
or lose, I excuse 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 out live
So I'm rough who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing Raider's stuff
Fake fools around the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
Ashamed you come from son, so you rattle
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, loud
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 ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is