Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

me room, hit the tune
Feature presentation comin' soon, June
Killa Bee platoon, groomed
Spells doom, the volume
You react like a in a full moon

With the force of a Trojan horse pushin',
Have your seatbelt
We blastin' into orbit, toward a new chamber
Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and
Mastermind the took a matter of time
From the confinds of the cold I shine

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

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

Yes, ladies and
We've just completed the lap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 thunderous rush, after the get crush
The snatchin' 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 fold 'em Kenny Rogers
demand, over stand these piranhas
Movin' on the track like a GT
I stand out similar to 3D on TV

breezin' watchin' the speed dial climb
Style of rhyme, the foes miles behind
Leavin' skid marks on the
Aimed at the of the fake, sparked on the tapes
starts from the gate, darts penetrate
Freestyle as the to sharpen the bait

major weight, my Supreme 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 flag, ladies and gentlemen
Team Wu-Tang's down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it like it's goin' to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang
As they home another 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, cash ya'll