Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

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

With the force of a Trojan horse pushin',
Have your fastened
We blastin' into orbit, toward a new chamber
Wu-banger number 9, expert and design
Mastermind the plan took a matter of
From the of the cold world I shine

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

I many 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 when the coast is clear

Yes, ladies and
We've just the first lap

Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap
Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten stylist
12 men roster, live long,
philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa

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

Mind your's, why you mines for
Posin' a Matten dog, I must got somethin' you wanna die for
Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, grant
Nine rusty splint push through your nose 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 high and keep my on the prophet

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

Fog lights beam, car 99
A high-powered spits sparks of gaboline
The of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd 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 demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters

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

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

As we near the lap
Team Wu-Tang to be buildin'
A sizeable on the competition

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

breezin' watchin' the speed dial climb
Style of rhyme, left the miles behind
Leavin' skid marks on the
at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes
It's from the gate, darts penetrate
Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the

major weight, my Supreme 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 holdin' down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like it's goin' to be 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, money ya'll, cash money ya'll