Luyện nghe bài hát Testin My Gangsta

I comes a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they 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 it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making 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 test us you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really us
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others be less
Come prepared, man I they want to be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's you
That ain't what they really
The truth can hurt so bad so look in faces when you play us
And watch how look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement

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

Nigga you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon dwell
Empty all the shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they tell
me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a gun
Blow out ya
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, son
When you see me coming, run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
This body heavy, D.O.A., air away
you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, a nigga out his clothes
Come out the with 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 test my
Don't make a run up and shank ya
Or put some in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your and drag ya 'cause
Get nothing me, but gangsta love
No me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated the verse]
You niggaz be to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fist, my nig', I break the law
I call out a hit my nig', I make the
The with 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, too late now
You have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!