Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

me room, hit the tune
Feature comin' soon, early June
Killa Bee platoon, well
Spells doom, the volume
You react a werewolf in a full moon

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

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

I hold many jewels, more than I wear
I come in peace, for the warfare
The fold, when they're caught in the square
And the talk mad shit when the coast is

Yes, and gentlemen
We've completed the first lap

Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build rap scholars
Guns and wallets, prowess, Island stylist
12 men roster, long, prosper
Street philosopher, you end up Jimmy Hoffa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understand my for my land down under
the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush
The purse pound, by all means snatch cream
Tear ass out of town

As we near the lap
Team Wu-Tang seems to be
A sizeable on the competition

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

Easily breezin' the speed dial climb
Style of rhyme, the foes miles behind
Leavin' marks on the charts
Aimed at the hearts of the fake, on the tapes
starts from the gate, darts penetrate
Freestyle as the decoy to the bait

Holdin' major weight, my Team dominates
Circulatin', takin' all bets you
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 holdin' down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd
And it looks like it's goin' to be another sure win for Wu-Tang
As they take home another pot of gold with this three million purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Street

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