Luyện nghe bài hát Testarossa

I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas crumble
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior
Won't stop the in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's folding
Most Cadillac rappers get and disturb
By the jet black
Me, the running like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you get lost in the dual exhaust
ever try to fuck wit' a boss
High octane there ain't no
When I on a lyrical speed 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, hitting spears
The cartel slings legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss, finish is flawless
12 cylinders to the horses
It accelerates
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I? cutted? you smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, passing
Revolution per get higher
How can I chill when my on fire
As I approach the end of my
My horse power blows to the max
Red line is to the peak of my speech
And I ya, I'm your Testarosa

Gear three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all on these young bucks
Let 'em know big is just a bit quicker
Get the
Backtalk none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think that's
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
mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer, taking weight
Got the bulk to crush and 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 your

Up to fourth gear, the speed
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I the wack dudes
You my fuse and clear out or get used
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 Raider's stuff
fools from around the way
Knowing damn well, you ain't LA
where you come from son, so you rattle
Like it or not, I scream up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical
Don't or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get ready for
Just hit 'em wit a dis
I roll ya, ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm your
Yo Punish, show 'em time it is