Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes from a city where they to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and hate the shit
They try to come up us, the radio 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 motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence for years and man we still ain't 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 niggaz like us
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to so much like us
I'm the of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be
prepared, man I swear they want to be down with my team
Don't let the talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the

Why test my gangsta
bitches test my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
Nigga yeah on now
4x]

Nigga don't you know that can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, your 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 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
When you see me coming, run for fucking cover 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 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 ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly

Why you niggaz want to my gangsta?
make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over your throat and drag 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!) throw the verse]
You be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You shouldn't been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!