Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, playin like Shaq and
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin like Miles
Lockin it down, the got me leery to smile
too slow, gettin tired, pick up the flow
Passin go, two to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, front line like State
Jail board, punk players 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
over, niggaz goin home losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft pick of rap shit
Runnin the like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard
Side lines flooded 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 with the winners, not the team that
The game is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on
Flagrant fouls, hit with in the fort down
Connects get intercept for coke in the first round
Be the most rival thug, rhyme on thug
Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me
My dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys
Bulletproof pads, masks 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 a hundred I'll put a hundred and ten
The game face bald head niggaz done it
Celebratin, takin pictures out in front of the
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up with rims
And still we do the shit that be done
word that come out my mouth is an anthem