Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

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

With the force of a Trojan horse pushin',
Have your fastened
We blastin' into orbit, movin' toward a new
number 9, expert precision and design
Mastermind the plan took a of time
From the confinds of the cold world I

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

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

Yes, ladies and
We've just completed the lap

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

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

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

Got my eyes on the grand prize, your bet
Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an
Hold the close by my hands and my pocket
the trophy high and keep my eyes 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 sparks of
The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd
The rag rip, box cut caught in my jaws

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

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm exact
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 racin' for the

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

As we near the lap
Team seems to be buildin'
A sizeable lead on the

Yo, I how to fold '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' watchin' the speed climb
Style of rhyme, left the foes behind
Leavin' skid on the charts
Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the
It's starts the gate, darts penetrate
as the decoy to sharpen the bait

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

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