06 Мар Top Gun TGLC 2024-25
And it’s lights out and away we go. Grand Tourismile is underway.
It’s my everyday’s a thunder. Got the pedal to the metal, GG’s the front runner. GGRC in overdrive. Revved all the way up to 305. I’m winnin’ so much that I can’t keep track. Man, that cat can drive. I’m even better into turns. Who said anything about safes? If you can’t keep up with the five cars, you ain’t ever gonna win this race. We’re like ahead of you. Vroom, bow. I’m fast and furious. Top Gun. Ka-chow. Go Mach 10 like Maverick. It ain’t no way you will pass. It’s my race, call me Rocky. My bell, how I punch it. GMT, who gon’ need ’em? Ha, hell. When I clutch it, my engines rev to 300 and I ain’t afraid to ride. Termination. Flash drive, survive. I know this track. The length around the globe nine times. Don’t matter if you win by inches or miles. Floating like a Ferrari. Whipping like a Lambo. Like the number on my car, this is five in a row.
Live on TGTV with the world champ. Heck of a race. What do you have to say?
Well, Dick, here’s the deal. I’m the best there is, plain and simple. (engines roaring) I wake up in the morning and I breathe excellence. Nobody can hang with my stuff and, uh, I’m just a big American winning machine. Shift into position. Now drift, then fly. ‘Cause if you ain’t first, you’re last. We hope you enjoy the ride. Shift to fifth, change the pace. Ricky Bobby shakin’ base. You see me face first. You lasted. See me face first. You lasted. You ain’t catchin’ up. Relapsed. You can’t keep up. I’m the fastest. Whenever I pace, I shake your frame. Whenever you chase, I shake your frame. Whenever I pace, I shake your frame. Rippin’ through this super place. What does that do? Does that blow your mind? That just happened. You see the flag. It’s wavin’ fast. There’s no time to hold back. It’s the final lap. Burn up the road, keep on the gas. This moment is yours, don’t let go. Break through by any measure. Right here, it’s now or never. Push through the end is near. Right here, it’s now or never. If you think it was luck, let’s do it again. This is why we’re grand. If I run out of fuel, I’ll pull. But what are y’all gonna do? It’s my show. Comin’ in hot like skrrt, skrrt. Hear the crowd, ooh-whee. Oh. It’s a photo finish at the Grand Prix. Burn it out to the left, to the right, for the win. Then circle up on that podium and pop the cork. We did it again.
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