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 takes all, gentlemen start your

me room, hit the tune
Feature presentation comin' soon, early
Killa Bee platoon, groomed
Spells doom, the volume
You like a werewolf in a full moon

With the of a Trojan horse pushin', forward
Have seatbelt fastened
We blastin' into orbit, movin' a new chamber
number 9, expert precision and design
Mastermind the took a matter of time
From the confinds of the cold I shine

It's amazin', the grace, change in the
Blazin' the brakes, your space
Which remains in the race, claimin' first
Raisin' the stakes, it's a game to

I many jewels, drop more than I wear
I come in peace, prepare for the
The invincible fold, when caught in the square
And the talk mad when the coast is clear

Yes, and gentlemen
We've just the first lap

Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build rap scholars
Guns and wallets, prowess, Island stylist
12 men roster, long, prosper
Street philosopher, you end up Jimmy Hoffa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Easily breezin' watchin' the speed climb
Style of rhyme, left the foes behind
Leavin' skid marks on the
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', 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 near the checkered flag, and gentlemen
Team Wu-Tang's holdin' the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like it's to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take home another pot of gold with this three million purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Street

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