Luyện nghe bài hát Champion

This a celebration, this is
at how you winning now? This took dedication
This is meditation, higher
This the official competitor
I-I-I-I was taking trips Web to move weight
back to Queens to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk math
ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Italian, icy flow
This is Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they killed my little Nicholas
But my memories only images
This is for the hood, this is for the
This is for the single mothers, niggas bids
This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Voila,
Candace, Thembi, Lauren,

It's a
For the ghetto, oh
It's time, like these (Ooh ooh)
know who we are by now
They who we are
Champion, the (champion, champion)

Yeah, okay, we it to America
I remember when I used to stay with
Label 20 million to Comerica
It's fucking terrible, it's got me acting out of
Young T.O. nigga, either riding
Or top down, screaming, "Money ain't a thang!"
Tell me I change, girl, but only when I change
Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, know!
Making hits in three acre
Cooking up tryna eat niggas, and ribs
I made a couple outta basic chicks
Nowadays blow the candles out, don't make a wish
Having good times, making good
Lot of bad bitches, but good to me
I make them do the for a rap
Wish you niggas luck, tryna get where I'm at
Straight like

a celebration
For the ghetto, oh
It's time, times like (Ooh ooh)
know who we are by now
They who we are
Champion, the (champion, champion)

Straight in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo
Tell me one you won't do: settle
Give me one word for chain: yellow
Pocket full of money, black ghetto
say I ain't in the game, A.I
Jeezy, how you deal with the Stay high
putting on for the town, may I?
What you call a crib in the Play-high
Over a mil in three weeks, yeah I did it like a
Momma taught me pride, she did it with the stamps
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the
Somebody these local hating niggas, I'm global
me what I gotta do to get this champagne going
What I gotta do to get this flowing?
Don't let me Shawn Carter, I'm the ballest of the ace
Let me hit up Sean Combs, money cases in my place, let's

It's a
Put it up for the
It's like these
know who we are by now
They who we are
Champion, a

What up Nicki? nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my two million dollars, I was 23
I'm barely a man, yet, I had some killers me
This ain't PG, this rated PJ
Cause that's a nigga from; murder on replay
My 24th b-day, I'm to Bermy,
you can see me on a yacht Blasting Pac, little not, I ain't
I'm back to thugging, bitches, back to making them kiss other
My man sister like me, I don't my brother sister
I aspire your desire to be different
My ten old plan is just one year to finish
My list looks this, first thing that you'll discover
The difference in pussy: white, black, Latin and
Here's a man who clearly isn't
list, just to hear me or witness the greatness
Loud while writin' my next chapter
cash life, happily ever after

It's a
For the ghetto, oh
It's time, times these (Ooh ooh)
They who we are by now
know who we are
Champion, the (champion, champion)