Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a setter with a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres been 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 in a milk crate
Forest dictate
You need to get the dick out your
You in a gay bar, never gettin your shit straight
They'll find diamonds, as bright as my eyes
When I find where my competators
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean emcee
Is goin toe to toe with em, nose to nose with 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

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 full and I can hand you some
You're now with the champion
You know you're in a war that 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 coaches like I'm
They bowin to the till they knees swell
Shake the game up than Single White Females
Walkin to car alone flashin three bills
These kids are talkin 'bout 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
Dice you up and slap you till teeth are loose
I've the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me his thing in me
I'd sing for free for years if it's clear to me
if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently the soliloquies
Of these that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of so intricately
That the dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with
He was hatin and Slug told em "(Slug)Bitch to our tapes back"
And if I lose my voice then of sayin raps
I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayon wax

You're now rockin with the
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 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

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

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 with the
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