Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Prix

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

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

With the force of a horse pushin', forward
Have seatbelt fastened
We into orbit, movin' toward a new chamber
Wu-banger number 9, precision and design
the plan 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, first place
the stakes, it's a game to disgrace

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

Yes, ladies and
We've completed the first lap

kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars
Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island
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 to blow your mainframe
first, convert, all verse live in concert
Pull a skirt, burst, while ya'll niggaz star

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

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

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

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

my laws, rap mirage in my garage
The grease lightnin', dusty rose, him, bon voyage
Now of the iron, flyin' feud 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 through the scrimmage
No brakes, I dart, I'm racin' for the

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

As we near the lap
Team seems to be buildin'
A lead on the competition

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

Easily breezin' watchin' the speed dial
Style of rhyme, the foes miles behind
Leavin' skid marks on the
Aimed at the of the fake, sparked on the tapes
starts from the gate, darts penetrate
Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the

Holdin' weight, my Supreme Team dominates
Circulatin', takin' all bets you
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
Team Wu-Tang's down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like goin' to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take another pot of gold with this three million dollar purse
INS, U-God, Street Life

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