Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

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

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel slings legalized
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, it's finish is
12 cylinders listen to the
It smooth
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 best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at air intake
Second gear, fakes
per lyric get higher
How can I chill when my on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red line is to the peak 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 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
Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got gat
Two sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's
My trainer, taking weight gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to fourth gear, the increase
Police got beef wit the word
Move or lose, I excuse the 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 who wanna be tough
You fuss and wearing that Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing 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 lyrical
Don't peep or creep or you lose freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, fold ya, ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, 'em what time it is