Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, trees lit, of mo
Various styles, like Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me to smile
too slow, gettin tired, pick up the flow
Passin go, two bricks to get in the
that weight, front line like Michigan State
Jail board, 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 mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need to light
Game over, niggaz goin home losers

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft pick of this rap
Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin d's
Get knocked on the fifty line with hard time
Side lines flooded drops, cops is the ref
New York is a contact sport, we play to the death
to floss, hos play off a nigga cost
Only rollin with the winners, not the that lost
The game is wild, I'm Ray Louis on trial
fouls, hit with techs in the fort down
Connects get for their coke in the first round
Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on
ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast champs

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and jerseys
pads, face 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 I'll put a and ten
The game face bald head done it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in of the benz
And still we remain the
In dirty escalades, up with fancy rims
And still we do the shit can't be done
Every word that come out my is an anthem