Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, ladies and
We've completed the first lap

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

a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range
Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your
Think first, convert, all verse live in
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
mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant
Nine inch rusty splint push through your nose

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 trophy high and keep my on the prophet

And a new has entered the contest
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 roars
The rag tuck rip, box cut in my jaws

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

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

Understand my for my land down under
It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get
The purse snatchin' pound, by all snatch cream
Tear your ass out of

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

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

Easily breezin' watchin' the speed climb
Style of rhyme, left the foes behind
skid marks on the charts
Aimed at the hearts of the fake, on the tapes
It's starts from the gate, penetrate
Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the

Holdin' major weight, my 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 the checkered flag, ladies and gentlemen
Team 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 three million dollar purse
INS, U-God, Street Life

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