Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, 'em in fear
Rumble, young man
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, 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 rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
Don't try to get
Cause you might get lost in the exhaust
ever try to fuck wit' a boss
High there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical speed
And that's first gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm your

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, hitting spears
The rhyme cartel slings legalized
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or else get
Run for cover my brother, are getting smothered
I? cutted? you other? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, must step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, at that air intake
Second gear, passing
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill my rhyme's on fire
As I approach the end of my
My lyrical power blows to the max
Red is reached to the peak 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 on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is just a bit
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun when I hit one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
Huh, wait till I hit
Me and my pack, we keep of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for 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 weight
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the speed
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
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 wanna be
You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider's
Fake from around the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come 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 your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is