Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, lit, glass of mo
styles, crossin like Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the got me leery to smile
Movin too slow, tired, pick up the flow
Passin go, two to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, front like Michigan State
Jail board, players gettin bumps on their face
The survive, shorty want to jump in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I somethin to light
Game over, goin 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 yard line with hard time
lines flooded with drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we play to the
to floss, hos play off a nigga cost
Only rollin with the winners, not the team that
The game is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on
Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the fort
Connects get for their coke in the first round
Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on
Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the champs

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black
Bulletproof pads, face and no mercy
Cooler full of henny and 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 head niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in front of the
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up with fancy
And still we do the shit that can't be
Every that come out my mouth is an anthem