Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

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

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

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm
They bowin to the 'Sayers till they swell
Shake the game up worse than Single 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 civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till your teeth are
I've the noose 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 years if clear to me
if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently killin the
Of these milipeads that try to pass off as ill MC's
I weave a web of words so
That the English dictionary an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to 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 hot crayola crayon wax

now rockin 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
now rockin 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

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

You're now rockin the champion
You know you're in a war that be won
You to stop and understand me, son
I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
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 full and I can you some