Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes a city where they 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 up over us, the radio even help 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 fuckin' silence bitch for 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 we'll let bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really us
'cause if you 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, others gone be
Come prepared, man I they want to be down with my team
let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you us
And watch how look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement

Why why'all my gangsta
These test my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
Nigga yeah 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 buck-shot shells, your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the
Nigga so all you 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 kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up
And ya on the ground bro', your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, a nigga out his clothes
Come out the with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down 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 my gangsta?
Don't a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and ya 'cause
Get from me, but gangsta love
No testin' me my nigga, you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) throw the verse]
You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I the law
I call out a hit my nig', I the fall
The with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya to run and shit, it's too late now
You shouldn't been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!