Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, playin Shaq and Kob'
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin like Miles
it down, the game got me leery to smile
Movin too slow, tired, pick up the flow
Passin go, two bricks to get in the
Pushin that weight, front line Michigan State
Jail board, punk players gettin on their face
The strong survive, want to jump in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta it through mics
Halftime, break, I need somethin to light
Game over, niggaz home losers tonight

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you me
My team dirty, up timbs and black jerseys
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 hold 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 remain the
In dirty escalades, tinted up with rims
And still we do the shit that be done
Every word come out my mouth is an anthem