Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin like Miles
Lockin it down, the got me leery to smile
Movin too slow, tired, pick up the flow
Passin go, two bricks to get in the
Pushin that weight, line like Michigan State
board, punk players gettin bumps on their face
The strong survive, want 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 draft pick of this rap shit
Runnin the like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard
Side lines with drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we to the death
Money to floss, hos play off a nigga
Only rollin the winners, not the team 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, on thug
ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast champs

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