Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

Get out, and use your skills
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical prix
We have our drivers racin' for a million dollar purse
Winner all, gentlemen start your engines

Give me room, hit the
Feature presentation comin' soon, June
Bee platoon, well groomed
Spells doom, the volume
You like a werewolf in a full moon

the force of a Trojan horse pushin', forward
Have your fastened
We into orbit, movin' toward a new chamber
Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and
Mastermind the plan took a matter of
From the confinds of the world I shine

It's amazin', the grace, change in the
the brakes, invadin' your space
Which remains in the race, first place
Raisin' the stakes, it's a game to

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

Yes, and gentlemen
We've completed the first lap

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

Ain't a damn changed but the aim, bullet range
Strange universe, I was nursed to your mainframe
Think first, convert, all verse in concert
Pull a skirt, burst, while ya'll niggaz star

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 vent

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

And a new driver has entered the
and gentlemen, driver 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 roars
The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my

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

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

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

As we near the lap
Team seems 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

Easily breezin' the speed dial climb
Style of rhyme, left the foes behind
Leavin' skid marks on the
Aimed at the of the fake, sparked on the tapes
It's from the gate, darts penetrate
as the decoy to sharpen the bait

Holdin' major weight, my Supreme Team
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, 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 pot of gold with this three million dollar purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Life

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