Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where they to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they the shit
try to come 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 keep on hurting you boys, by making this world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us 'cause you we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you really like us
if you thank us, then you wouldn't 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, others gone be
prepared, man I swear they want to be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them fool you
That what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you us
And watch how they look, and watch jaw drop to the pavement

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

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

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

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the
You niggaz be trying to test, I no slouch
I my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I call out a hit my nig', I the fall
The handle with the trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the
A barrel pointed at your frown, hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me
Bitch!