Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, lit, glass of mo
styles, crossin like Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me 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 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 need to light
Game over, niggaz goin home losers

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and jerseys
Bulletproof pads, face masks and no
Cooler full of henny and for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, toughened up, 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 we remain the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up fancy rims
And still we do the that can't be done
Every that come out my mouth is an anthem