Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where they to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But why'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly
I'ma keep on you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't
Still ridin' clean, makin' and carrying plastic glocks
And don't try to test us 'cause you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really us
'cause if you thank us, then you try to sound so much like us
I'm the of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, gone be less
Come prepared, man I they want to be down with my team
Don't let the talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the

Why test my gangsta
These bitches my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
yeah it's on now
4x]

Nigga don't you know that Lord can make life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they tell
me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the one
I will hit you the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya
them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
This body heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a out his clothes
Come out the with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the departed

Why you niggaz want to test my
make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
tile over round your throat and drag ya 'cause
Get nothing from me, but gangsta
No testin' me my nigga, have you in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) throw the verse]
You niggaz be trying to test, I no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I the law
I call out a hit my nig', I the fall
The with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!