Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and hate the shit
They try to 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 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 really 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 gone be
Come prepared, man I swear they want to be with my team
Don't let the talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really
The truth can hurt so bad so look in faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch jaw drop to the pavement

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

Nigga don't you know that Lord can make 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 fucking with the
so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a gun
Blow out ya
Like old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me a hoe
So if you ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

Why you want to test 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 and drag ya 'cause
Get nothing 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 to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fist, my nig', I break the law
I out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, it's too now
You have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!