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 over us, the radio even em' at it
But why'all got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us 'cause you know let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz like us
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they want to be down my team
let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what really mean
The can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement

Why why'all my gangsta
bitches test my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
Nigga it's on now
4x]

Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they tell
Fuck me me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you with the wrong one
I hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, son
When you see me coming, run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
This kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me a hoe
So if you think 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 make a nigga run up and ya
Or put some in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya
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 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 make the
The handle with the bloody trig', is all saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the
A barrel pointed at your frown, hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to me clown
Bitch!