Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a trend setter a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been
Plus my to the tenth letter rip
Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a little at a
Ugly charmer, Caller
Sendin them all to hell in a crate
Forest Whitiker
You need to get the dick out your
You toilets in a gay bar, gettin your shit straight
never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes
When I find my competators hide
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, muggin 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 at a show, could blow the whole system
Thats word the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

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

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the like I'm Spreewell
bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
Shake the game up worse than Single 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 your are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get by the industry
Nor will I a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me
I'd sing for free for some if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my team there for me
For real, I be diligently the soliloquies
Of milipeads that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I a web of words so intricately
That the English lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck ATAK
He was and Slug told em "(Slug)Bitch to send our tapes back"
And if I lose my voice then instead of raps
I paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

now rockin 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 and I can hand you some
You're now rockin with the
You you're 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

No No No
I wasn't lyin 'bout them hairy hands
how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand?
I share the land with hustlers hollerin my back
I'll do for the cats that show support like that
I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Guys are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know wack
These Minnesota cats touch in places where it's dormant at
Bring they trophies 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 start hollerin
Maybe bend your back around and make you your spine
It's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in
When I I can bring Brian McKnight 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 are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes
'Bam!'
(There it is...)

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
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