Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that 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 ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and plastic 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
if you thank 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, gone be less
prepared, man I swear they want to be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on CD's fool you
That ain't what they mean
The can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the

Why why'all test my
These bitches test my
8x]
'Cause on now
yeah 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, your fucking body smell
I can you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the one
I hit you with 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 cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his
out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly

Why you want to test my gangsta?
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 over round your throat and drag ya 'cause
Get from me, but gangsta love
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) throw the verse]
You be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
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 ugly face was down, on the
A pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, it's too now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me
Bitch!