Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a setter with a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, shredder, theres never been better
Plus my fourth to the letter rip
Heads quick, little 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 in a gay bar, never gettin your shit straight
They'll never diamonds, as bright as my eyes
When I find where my hide
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean emcee
Is goin toe to toe with em, Stand nose to nose em
My for sho(sure) hit em
I thought especially, one word that I speak at a show, could the whole system
Thats word from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Ali
Ugh

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

I'm players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the 'Sayers till they swell
Shake the game up worse 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 rock you like your Triple 5
With a flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
you up and slap you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his in me
I'd sing for free for some if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my they're there for me
For real, I be diligently killin the
Of these milipeads try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I a web of words so intricately
That the English dictionary lacks an to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with
He was hatin and Slug em "(Slug)Bitch to send our tapes back"
And if I my voice then instead 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 to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can you some
You're now rockin the champion
You know in a war that can't be won
You to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket and I can hand you some

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

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