Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a trend setter with a wicked
Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been
Plus my fourth to the tenth rip
Heads quick, youre chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a
Ugly charmer, Gentlemen
them all to hell in a milk crate
Forest dictate
You need to get the dick out intake
You toilets in a gay bar, gettin your shit straight
never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes
When I find where my hide
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin
Is goin toe to toe with em, nose to nose with em
My for sho(sure) hit em
I thought especially, one word that I speak at a show, could the whole system
Thats from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

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

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

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

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

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