Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, ladies and
We've completed the first lap

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

a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range
Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your
first, convert, all verse live in concert
Pull a skirt, burst, while ya'll niggaz search

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 your nose vent

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

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

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

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

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin'
I'm corners, who that kid ridin' 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 hunger for my land down
It's the thunderous rush, the sounds get crush
The purse pound, by all means snatch cream
your ass out of town

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

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

breezin' watchin' 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
It's starts from the gate, penetrate
as the decoy to sharpen the bait

Holdin' major weight, my Team dominates
Circulatin', takin' all bets you
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
Team Wu-Tang's down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like it's goin' to be another sure win for Team
As they take home another pot of 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