Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

Get out, and use your real
and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix
We have our drivers for a three million dollar purse
Winner all, gentlemen start your engines

Give me room, hit the
presentation comin' soon, early June
Killa Bee platoon, well
Spells doom, the volume
You react like a in a full moon

With the force of a horse pushin', forward
Have seatbelt fastened
We blastin' orbit, movin' toward a new chamber
Wu-banger 9, expert precision and design
Mastermind the plan a matter of time
From the confinds of the cold world I

amazin', the grace, change in the pace
Blazin' the brakes, your space
Which in the race, claimin' first place
Raisin' the stakes, it's a to disgrace

I many jewels, drop more than I wear
I come in peace, prepare for the
The invincible fold, they're caught in the square
And the talk mad when the coast is clear

Yes, ladies and
We've just the first lap

Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build rap scholars
Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten stylist
12 men roster, live long,
Street philosopher, you end up like Hoffa

Ain't a damn thing but the aim, bullet range
Strange universe, I was nursed to blow mainframe
first, convert, all verse live in concert
Pull a skirt, burst, ya'll niggaz star search

Mind your's, why you mines for
Posin' a Matten dog, I must got somethin' you wanna die for
Touch mine, him up, his headline, both grant
Nine inch rusty push through your nose vent

Got my eyes on the grand prize, place bet
Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an
Hold the burner close by my and my pocket
Hold the trophy high and keep my on the prophet

And a new has entered the contest
Ladies and gentlemen, number 99
In the red car

Fog lights beam, car 99
A high-powered machine sparks of gaboline
The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd
The rag tuck rip, box cut in my jaws

Enforcin' my laws, rap in my garage
The grease lightnin', dusty rose, shake him, bon
Now of the iron, flyin' feud for you writers
The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, fighters

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm exact
I'm crushin' corners, who that kid the track
With the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars
The last but not least, I through the scrimmage
No brakes, I dart, I'm racin' for the

my hunger for my land down under
It's the rush, after the sounds get crush
The purse pound, by all means snatch cream
your ass out of town

As we the final lap
Team Wu-Tang to be buildin'
A sizeable on the competition

Yo, I know how to 'em like Kenny Rogers
Popular demand, over stand these
Movin' on the track like a GT
I stand out to 3D on your TV

breezin' watchin' the speed dial climb
Style of rhyme, left the foes miles
skid marks on the charts
Aimed at the of the fake, sparked on the tapes
It's starts from the gate, darts
as the decoy to sharpen the bait

Holdin' major weight, my Team dominates
Circulatin', takin' all you place
In and out of state, twirlin' L's on the
NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY
FL to IL, TX to MI

As we near the checkered flag, ladies and
Team Wu-Tang's down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like it's goin' to be sure win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take home another pot of gold with three million dollar purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Street

Get the loot, get the
Cash money y'all, cash money ya'll, money ya'll