Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

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

the force of a Trojan horse pushin', forward
Have your fastened
We into orbit, movin' 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

amazin', the grace, change in the pace
Blazin' the brakes, invadin' your
Which remains in the race, claimin' place
Raisin' the stakes, a game to disgrace

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

Yes, and gentlemen
We've completed the first lap

kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars
Guns and wallets, prowess, Island stylist
12 men roster, long, prosper
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, while ya'll niggaz star

Mind your's, why you eyein' for
Posin' like a Matten dog, I must got 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
Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an
Hold the burner close by my hands and my
the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet

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

Fog beam, car 99 Supreme
A machine spits sparks of gaboline
The smell of gasoline, roar, the crowd roars
The rag rip, box cut caught in my jaws

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

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm exact
I'm corners, who that kid ridin' the track
With the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 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 snatchin' pound, by all snatch cream
Tear ass out of town

As we near the lap
Team seems 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 to 3D on your TV

Easily breezin' watchin' the dial climb
of rhyme, left the foes miles behind
Leavin' marks on the charts
at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes
It's starts from the gate, penetrate
Freestyle as the decoy to the bait

major weight, my Supreme Team dominates
Circulatin', takin' all bets you
In and out of state, L's on the freeway
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 another win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take another pot of gold with this three million dollar purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Life

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