Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a trend setter with a wicked
Been feather, venomous, shredder, theres never been better
my fourth to the tenth letter rip
Heads quick, youre little chick, deliver get a little glimpse at a
charmer, Gentlemen Caller
Sendin them all to hell in a crate
Forest dictate
You need to get the dick out your
You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin your straight
never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes
When I where my competators hide
And then I em, Brother 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 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 you some
now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that be won
You need to stop and me, son
Cause I got a pocket and I can hand you some

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the till they knees swell
Shake the game up worse than White Females
Walkin to they car flashin three bills
These little kids are talkin 'bout how little I
Boy, I grab a mic and you like your Triple 5 Soul
a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till your are loose
seen the noose and will 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 some if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my they're there for me
For real, I be diligently the soliloquies
Of milipeads that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of words so
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 my voice then instead of sayin raps
I start paintin on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

You're now with 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 you some
now rockin with 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

No No No
I lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you I tear a man till he can barely stand?
I share the land with hustlers hollerin my back
I'll do anything for the cats that show support that
When I battle hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack
These cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring they muthafuckin trophies
I'm like big up my man Prime
I'm like what the do rappers got in they mind?
I might on the stage and start hollerin rhymes
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 Brian McKnight to tears
I have to consume, I capture a room
And before my son was I made him dance in the womb
MC's put up your titles, I be em soon
Them rappers are doomed, worse than hazardous fumes
'Bam!'
(There it is...)

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