Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

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

With the force of a Trojan pushin', forward
Have your seatbelt
We blastin' into orbit, movin' toward a new
Wu-banger 9, expert precision and design
Mastermind the plan took a matter of
the confinds of the cold world I shine

It's amazin', the grace, in the pace
the brakes, invadin' your space
Which in the race, claimin' first place
the stakes, it's a game to disgrace

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

Yes, and gentlemen
We've just the first lap

Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I with rap scholars
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
Strange universe, I was nursed to your mainframe
Think first, convert, all verse in concert
a skirt, burst, while ya'll niggaz star search

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

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

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

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

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin'
I'm crushin' corners, who that kid 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 for the finish

Understand my hunger for my land under
the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush
The purse pound, by all means snatch cream
Tear your ass out of

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

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

Easily breezin' the speed dial climb
Style of rhyme, left the miles behind
Leavin' marks 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' major weight, my 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 the checkered flag, ladies and gentlemen
Team Wu-Tang's holdin' down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd
And it looks like it's goin' to be another win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take home another pot of gold with this three dollar purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Life

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