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 what they said can't be done, doin what they can't be done

(X1)
We it home, playin like Shaq and Kob'
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the got me leery to smile
Movin too slow, gettin tired, up the flow
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin weight, front line like Michigan State
Jail board, punk players gettin on their face
The survive, shorty want to jump in the ride
Lovin my life, why I gotta spit it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need to light
Game over, niggaz goin 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 with hard time
lines flooded with drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a sport, we play to the death
Money to floss, hos off a nigga cost
rollin with the winners, not the team that lost
The game is wild, I'm like Ray on trial
Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the down
get intercept for their coke in the first round
Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on
Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the champs

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black
Bulletproof pads, face and no mercy
full of henny 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, pictures out in front of the benz
And still we remain the
In dirty escalades, tinted up fancy rims
And still we do the shit that be done
Every that come out my mouth is an anthem