Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

Get out, and use your real
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grand prix
We our drivers racin' for a three million dollar purse
takes all, gentlemen start your engines

Give me room, hit the
Feature presentation soon, early June
Bee platoon, well groomed
Spells doom, raise the
You react like a werewolf in a full

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

It's amazin', the grace, in the pace
Blazin' the brakes, your space
Which remains in the race, first place
Raisin' the stakes, a game to disgrace

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

Yes, and gentlemen
We've just the first lap

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

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

your's, why you eyein' mines for
Posin' like a dog, I must got somethin' you wanna die for
Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both
Nine inch rusty splint push through your nose

Got my eyes on the grand prize, your bet
Watch me win it by a landslide, off an upset
Hold the burner close by my hands and my
Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the

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

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

my laws, rap mirage in my garage
The lightnin', dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage
Now duel of the iron, flyin' for you writers
The speed demon, talk, triggers, freedom fighters

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin'
I'm crushin' corners, who kid ridin' the track
With the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 track
The last but not least, I bliss the scrimmage
No brakes, I dart, I'm for the finish

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

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

Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny
Popular demand, over these piranhas
Movin' on the like a Monaco GT
I out similar to 3D on your TV

Easily breezin' watchin' the speed climb
of rhyme, left the foes miles behind
Leavin' skid marks on the
Aimed at the hearts of the fake, on the tapes
It's from the gate, darts penetrate
Freestyle as the to sharpen the bait

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

As we near the flag, ladies and gentlemen
Team Wu-Tang's down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like it's goin' to be another 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
money y'all, cash money ya'll, cash money ya'll