Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

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

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 and I can hand you some
You're now rockin the champion
You know you're in a war that 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, choke the coaches like I'm
They to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
Shake the game up worse than Single White
to they car alone flashin three bills
These kids are talkin 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me
I'd sing for free for years if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my team they're for me
For real, I be diligently killin the
Of these milipeads that try to themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of so intricately
That the English dictionary an adjective to fit me
If he my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug told em "(Slug)Bitch to our tapes back"
And if I lose my voice then instead of raps
I start facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

You're now rockin the champion
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
You're now rockin 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 hand you

No No No
I wasn't lyin them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you think I tear a man he can barely stand?
I the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus back
I'll do for the cats that show support like that
When I they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Guys are screamin, "I ain't 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 like what the fuck do rappers got in they
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin
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 Brian to tears
I have to consume, I capture a room
And before my son was born I him dance in the womb
put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them rappers are doomed, than breathing hazardous fumes
'Bam!'
(There it is...)

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