Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

Give me room, hit the
Feature comin' soon, early June
Bee platoon, well groomed
Spells doom, the volume
You react like a werewolf in a moon

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

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

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

Yes, and gentlemen
just completed the first lap

Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I with rap scholars
Guns and wallets, prowess, Island stylist
12 men roster, live long,
Street philosopher, you end up like Hoffa

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

your's, why you eyein' mines for
Posin' like a 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 eyes on the prize, place 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 has entered the contest
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 lightnin', dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage
Now of the iron, flyin' feud for you writers
The demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm exact
I'm crushin' corners, who 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 for my land down under
It's the rush, after the sounds get crush
The purse pound, by all means snatch cream
Tear ass out of town

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

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

Easily breezin' watchin' the speed climb
Style of rhyme, left the miles behind
Leavin' skid on the charts
Aimed at the of the fake, sparked on the tapes
It's starts from the gate, darts
Freestyle as the decoy to the bait

Holdin' major weight, my Supreme 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 near the flag, ladies and gentlemen
Wu-Tang's holdin' down 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 pot of gold with this three million dollar purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Street

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