Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

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

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

Nigga you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make 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 with the gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya
Like old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking 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 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 and test the waters
You be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

Why you niggaz want to test my
Don't make a nigga run up and 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 drag ya
Get nothing from me, but gangsta
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated the verse]
You niggaz be trying to test, I no slouch
I my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig', is all saw
'Fo yo ugly was down, on the ground
A barrel at your frown, with 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!