Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where they love to hate, on that Triple Six
see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But why'all got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz like us
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so 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 swear want to be down with my team
Don't let the shit on them CD's fool you
That ain't what really mean
The truth can so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw to the pavement

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

Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living
And I mean that literally, the place where demon dwell
Empty all the shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot
Fuck me with me, you fucking the best
so all you fucking with the wrong one
I hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
out ya lungs
Like 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 ground bro', your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a out his clothes
out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the departed

Why you niggaz want to test my
Don't make a run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and ya
Or you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile round your throat and drag ya 'cause
Get nothing from me, but love
No testin' me my nigga, you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) throw the verse]
You niggaz be to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I the law
I call out a hit my nig', I the fall
The handle with the bloody trig', is all 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 shouldn't have runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!