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 and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even em' at it
But why'all got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, 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 really us
'cause if you thank us, you wouldn't try to sound so much like 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
Don't let the shit talkin' on them 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 they jaw drop to the pavement

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

Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a hell
And I mean that literally, the where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the
so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
out ya lungs
Like old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil 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 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 gangsta come and test the
You be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

Why you niggaz want to my gangsta?
make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and ya
Or you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and ya 'cause
Get nothing from me, but love
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 trying to test, I 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 face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with 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!