Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a trend setter a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, shredder, theres never been better
Plus my fourth to the tenth rip
Heads quick, youre chick, that 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 intake
You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin your shit
They'll never find diamonds, as bright as my
When I find where my competators
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin
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 speak at a show, 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 to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket and I can hand you some
now rockin 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 and I can hand you some

I'm players 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 White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin three
These little kids are talkin how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like
Dice you up and slap you till teeth are loose
I've seen the 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 it's to me
if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently the soliloquies
Of these milipeads that try to pass off as ill MC's
I a web of words so intricately
That the English dictionary lacks an 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 lose my voice then instead of raps
I start paintin 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 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
I got a pocket full and I can hand you some

No No No
I wasn't lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hands
Well how you think I tear a man till he can stand?
I share the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus
I'll do anything for the cats that show support like
When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin
Guys are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you you're wack
These Minnesota cats touch down in where it's dormant at
they muthafuckin trophies back
I'm like big up my man Prime
I'm like the fuck do rappers got in they mind?
I might jump on the and start hollerin rhymes
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
MC's put up titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them rappers are doomed, worse than 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 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 need to stop and me, son
Cause I got a full and I can hand you some