Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a setter with a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never better
Plus my fourth to the letter rip
Heads quick, youre chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a
charmer, Gentlemen Caller
Sendin all to hell in a milk crate
Whitiker dictate
You to get the dick out your intake
You in a gay bar, never gettin your shit straight
They'll find diamonds, as bright as my eyes
I find where my competators hide
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, muggin emcee
Is goin toe to toe with em, nose to nose with em
My for sho(sure) hit em
I especially, one word that I speak at a show, could blow the whole system
word from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

You're now rockin with the
You know you're in a war that be won
You need to stop and me, son
Cause I got a full and I can hand you some
now rockin with the champion
You know in a war that can't be won
You need to and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can you some

I'm chokin players I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the till they knees swell
Shake the up worse than Single White Females
to they car alone flashin three bills
These little kids are talkin how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and you like your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me his thing in me
I'd sing for free for some if it's clear to me
if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I be killin the soliloquies
Of these milipeads try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of so intricately
That the dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug told em "(Slug)Bitch to send our back"
And if I lose my voice then of sayin raps
I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayon wax

You're now with the champion
You you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you
You're now rockin with the
You know in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you

No No No
I wasn't lyin 'bout them hairy hands
Well how you think I a man till he can barely stand?
I share the with hustlers hollerin my chorus back
I'll do anything for the cats that show like that
When I they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Guys are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," on, you know you're wack
These Minnesota cats touch in places where it's dormant at
Bring they muthafuckin back
I'm big up my man Optimus Prime
I'm what the fuck do rappers got in they mind?
I might jump on the stage and hollerin rhymes
Maybe bend your back around and make you your spine
It's clear you ain't no one this tight in years
When I sing I can bring McKnight to tears
I have to consume, shit I capture a
And before my son was I made him dance in the womb
MC's put up titles, I be grabbin em soon
rappers are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes
'Bam!'
(There it is...)

You're now rockin with the
You you're in a war that can't be won
You to stop and understand me, son
I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
You're now rockin with the
You know you're in a war can't be won
You to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket and I can hand you some