Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said be done, doin what they said can't be done
We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said be done

(X1)
We bringin it home, playin like and Kob'
Cash to blow, trees lit, of mo
styles, crossin like Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the got me leery to smile
Movin too slow, gettin tired, pick up the
Passin go, two bricks to get in the
that weight, front line like Michigan State
Jail board, punk players gettin bumps on face
The survive, shorty want to jump in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta it through mics
Halftime, break, I need somethin to light
Game over, niggaz goin losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the draft pick of this rap shit
Runnin the like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get on the fifty yard line with hard time
Side lines flooded with drops, is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we to the death
Money to floss, hos play off a nigga
Only rollin the winners, not the team that lost
The game is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on
Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the down
Connects get intercept for coke in the first round
Be the game rival thug, rhyme on thug
ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast champs

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me you heard me
My dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys
Bulletproof pads, masks and no mercy
full of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a loser, toughened up, learn to win
If a clip hold a I'll put a hundred and ten
The game face bald head niggaz it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in front of the
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up with fancy
And we do the shit that can't be done
Every word come out my mouth is an anthem