Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a setter with a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never better
Plus my fourth to the tenth rip
Heads quick, youre chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a
Ugly charmer, Caller
Sendin all to hell in a milk crate
Forest dictate
You to get the dick out your 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, muggin emcee
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 blow the whole
Thats from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

You're now rockin with the
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
You're now rockin 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

I'm chokin like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
Shake the game up worse than Single Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin bills
These little kids are 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like Triple 5 Soul
With a flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till your 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 for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently the soliloquies
Of these milipeads that try to themselves off as ill MC's
I a web of words so intricately
That the dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to with ATAK
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 facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

You're now with the champion
You you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and me, son
I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
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 full 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 till he can stand?
I share the with hustlers hollerin my chorus back
I'll do anything for the that show support like that
When I battle they hold my back, most be smokin crack
Guys are screamin, "I supposed to rap," come on, you know you're 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 like what the fuck do got in they mind?
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin
Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow spine
It's clear you ain't seen no one tight in years
When I sing I can bring Brian to tears
I have to consume, shit I a room
And before my son was born I made him dance in the
put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them rappers are doomed, worse breathing hazardous fumes
'Bam!'
(There it is...)

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
You're now rockin with the
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