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
what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done

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

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft pick of rap shit
Runnin the block like a runnin back from d's
Get knocked on the fifty line with hard time
Side lines with drops, cops is the ref
New York is a contact sport, we play to the death
Money to floss, hos off a nigga cost
Only rollin the winners, not the team that lost
The game is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on
Flagrant fouls, hit with 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 Eastcoast

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and jerseys
Bulletproof pads, face and no mercy
Cooler of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, up, learn to win
If a clip hold a hundred 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, tinted up fancy rims
And we do the shit that can't be done
word that come out my mouth is an anthem