Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

Give me room, hit the
Feature presentation comin' soon, early
Bee platoon, well groomed
Spells doom, 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
Wu-banger number 9, precision and design
the plan took a matter of time
From the confinds of the cold world I

It's amazin', the grace, change in the
the brakes, invadin' your space
Which remains in the race, claimin' place
Raisin' the stakes, it's a 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 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, long, prosper
Street philosopher, you end up like Hoffa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Easily breezin' watchin' the speed dial
Style of rhyme, left the foes behind
Leavin' skid on the charts
Aimed at the hearts of the fake, on the tapes
starts from the gate, darts penetrate
Freestyle as the to sharpen the bait

Holdin' 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 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 this three dollar purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Street

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