Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm Testarosa. First gear
me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, man rumble
Brother fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, rappers get
Stripes get yank, a superior
Won't stop the in some American 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
try to get closer
Cause you might get lost in the exhaust
ever try to fuck wit' a boss
High octane there ain't no
When I swing on a lyrical king
And that's just first gear, for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm testarosa

Second gear, look it here
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel slings legalized
cope, others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
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, muthafukas must
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, at that air intake
gear, passing fakes
Revolution per get higher
How can I when my rhyme's on fire
As I approach the end of my
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my
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 young
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 that's quick
Huh, wait I hit fifth
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 sixty pounds of pain
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the bulk to crush and ya
On the tach, I'm a wind ax
Cutting up air like aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical 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 and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm out live
So I'm lust 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
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
peep or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, loud
My keep beating 'em down
Rev it up, get for fifth
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm your
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is