Luyện nghe bài hát Champion

This a celebration, is levitation
Look at how you now? This took dedication
This is meditation, education
This the official competitor
was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the
50 Italian, icy flow
This is Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they killed my little cousin
But my only happy images
This is for the hood, is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, doing bids
This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Voila,
Candace, Thembi, Lauren,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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