Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said can't be done, doin they said can't be done
We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said can't be done, doin what said can't 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 game got me to smile
Movin too slow, gettin tired, up the flow
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, front like Michigan State
Jail board, punk gettin bumps on their face
The survive, shorty want to jump in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta spit it through
Halftime, break, I need somethin to light
Game over, niggaz home losers tonight

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

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