Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what said can't be done, doin what 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, playin Shaq and Kob'
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin Darius Miles
it down, the game got me leery to smile
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
my life, that's why I gotta spit it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need somethin to
Game over, niggaz home losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft pick of this rap
the block like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the yard line with hard time
Side lines flooded with drops, 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 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 Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you me
My dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys
Bulletproof pads, face and no mercy
Cooler of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a loser, toughened up, learn to win
If a clip hold a hundred put a hundred and ten
The face bald head niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin out in front of the benz
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up fancy rims
And still we do the shit can't be done
word that come out my mouth is an anthem