Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

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

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

Nigga don't you know that Lord can your life a living hell
And I mean literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the one
I will hit you with the gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya
them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up
And ya on the ground bro', with your shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his
out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you ScareCrow ain't 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 make you shoot yourself and then I'm ya
Throw tile over round 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!) [repeated throw the
You be trying 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 make the
The handle with the trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, it's too now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me
Bitch!