Luyện nghe bài hát Champion of Life

Yeah 2,
Look, all I know is when I say Blue City Club! (You know) Nine times out of ten the response immediately following is (oh shit).
They say they love it when I'm lyrical. So here we go, when I it niggas get spiritual Connor be spitting' miracle hymns.
I give them gems more valuable than their limbs. I be giving them hell its repercussion for sins.
Dog I'm killing the game go home and the film. Niggas can't fade me; they can't even give me a trim.
I'm coming up, haters try to spoil cuz I got hot like I took the water from the toilet and boiled it.
See so mad, my vocab, leave toe tags, on your tracks, you know that,
I'm sharp, I like they hoe ass got they throats slashed, look.
Friday the massacre, hope I ain't scare ya but I see the terror got your face running mascara.
The era I'm tryna usher in, go the barbera and ushers in, got tougher skin that's why niggas can't fuck with him.
Humble incase I stumble, don't me to fall,
You niggas don't cut it; allow me to my claws.
Homie I am the future and the now of the game, Been through so don't even say OW from the pain.
Trying not to judge but I'm Simon in my brain, as to how, some niggas got allowed in the game, but,
That ain't for me to decide, I'm tryin to carry on a legacy for which have died.
And Ima make it happen with the people by my side, they say it's lonely at the top, but I'm for the climb cuz,

See I was out the window, watching the days pass by.
Wondering exactly how long take me, now they saying it's my time.
I used to play the background music; it never to be quiet.
And now you got your wins buddy, jump off the ledge lets fly.
(Connor):
Yo, I've been on my grind every minute second.
say my time is coming now the minutes turn to seconds.
I'm ready for war suited up and my weapon.
Cuz my vocal cords hit them a smith and Wesson.
I too far so there ain't no going back.
And all the I was putting my city on the map.
The pressure steady building but know I ain't gonna crack.
Cuz I'm the chosen one and know that for a fact.
Bringin' that real shit back put your up, high. (put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high).