Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

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

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

Nigga don't you know Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where spirits dwell
all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you with the best
so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the gun, got a millimeter gun
out ya lungs
Like 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 take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly

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

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the
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 make the
The handle with the bloody trig', is all 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, it's too now
You shouldn't have runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!