Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. First
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, young man
Brother won't fumble, just crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a superior
stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
For the D's keep
Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa running it suppose ta
Don't try to get
you might get lost in the dual exhaust
Don't try to fuck wit' a boss
High there 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

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, like spears
The rhyme cartel slings legalized
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It smooth
or else get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are smothered
I? cutted? you other? smutters? rammed in the
My rep is kept, muthafukas must
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, at that air intake
Second gear, fakes
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill my rhyme's on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical power blows 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 and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on young bucks
Let 'em know big is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
you at the gun when I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you that's quick
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 next
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pain
Critical is my homeboy's name
My trainer, taking 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 hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the speed
Police got beef wit the word
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 lust who be tough
You fuss and cuss that Raider's stuff
Fake fools from the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
Ashamed you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream straight up
Rip up streets wit a sweet
Don't peep or creep or you lose freak
The cam's growl, loud
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a 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