Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes a city where they 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 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 hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world
Side to silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and plastic glocks
And please try to test us 'cause you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you really like us
'cause if you us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others be less
Come prepared, man I swear they want to be down my team
Don't let the talkin' on them CD's fool you
That what they really mean
The can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw to the pavement

Why why'all my gangsta
These bitches my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
Nigga yeah 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 shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were cannot tell
Fuck me 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
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
This kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up
And ya on the ground bro', with fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly

Why you niggaz to test my gangsta?
Don't a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm ya
tile over round your throat and drag 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 the verse]
You be trying to test, I ain't 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 bloody trig', is all saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You shouldn't been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!