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

(X1)
We it home, playin 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, gettin tired, up the flow
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, line like Michigan State
Jail board, punk players gettin bumps on their
The strong survive, shorty want to in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I spit it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need to light
over, niggaz goin 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 line hard time
lines flooded with drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a sport, we play to the death
Money to floss, hos play off a cost
Only rollin with the winners, not the that lost
The is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on trial
fouls, hit with techs in the fort down
Connects get intercept for their coke in the round
Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on
Blowin ya amps, is the Eastcoast champs

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black
Bulletproof pads, face masks and no
Cooler full of and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, up, learn to win
If a clip hold a I'll put a hundred and ten
The game bald head niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in of the benz
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up fancy rims
And still we do the shit that can't be
Every word come out my mouth is an anthem