Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We bringin it home, playin Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin like Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me leery to
Movin too slow, gettin tired, pick up the
Passin go, two bricks to get in the
Pushin that weight, front line Michigan State
Jail board, punk players bumps on their face
The strong survive, shorty 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, goin home losers tonight

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black
Bulletproof pads, face masks and no
Cooler full of henny and sprite for I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, up, learn to win
If a clip hold a hundred I'll put a and ten
The game face bald head niggaz it again
Celebratin, pictures out in front of the benz
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up with rims
And still we do the shit that be done
Every word that come out my is an anthem