Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, lit, glass of mo
Various styles, like Darius Miles
it down, the game got me leery to smile
Movin too slow, gettin tired, up the flow
Passin go, two bricks to get in the
Pushin that weight, front line Michigan State
Jail board, punk players gettin on their face
The strong survive, shorty want to jump in the
Lovin my life, why I gotta spit it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need somethin to
Game over, niggaz home losers tonight

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me
My team dirty, up timbs and black jerseys
pads, face masks and no mercy
Cooler full of henny and sprite for when I'm
I'm a loser, toughened up, learn to win
If a clip a hundred I'll put a hundred and ten
The game face bald niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in front of the
And we remain the champions
In dirty escalades, up with fancy rims
And still we do the shit that be done
Every word come out my mouth is an anthem