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 hell like its repercussion for sins.
Dog I'm killing the game go home and study the film. Niggas fade me; they can't even give me a trim.
I'm coming up, haters try to spoil cuz I got hot shit like I took the water from the and boiled it.
See they so mad, my vocab, leave toe tags, on your tracks, you that,
I'm sharp, I like they hoe ass got they throats slashed, look.
Friday the 13th massacre, hope I ain't ya but I see the terror got your face running mascara.
The era I'm tryna usher in, go bring the barbera and ushers in, got tougher skin that's why niggas can't with him.
Humble I stumble, don't expect me to fall,
You niggas cut it; allow me to sharpen my claws.
Homie I am the future and the now of the game, Been through so much don't say OW from the pain.
Trying not to judge but I'm Simon Cowell in my brain, as to how, some niggas got in the game, but,
ain't for me to decide, I'm tryin to carry on a legacy for which niggas have died.
And Ima it happen with the people by my side, they say it's lonely at the top, but I'm ready for the climb cuz,

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