Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin they said can't be done, doin what they 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'
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin like Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me leery to
Movin too slow, tired, pick up the flow
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin weight, front line like Michigan State
Jail board, players gettin 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 somethin to light
Game over, goin home losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first pick of this rap shit
the block like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard with hard time
Side lines flooded drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we 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 intercept for their coke in the first
Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on
Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me
My team dirty, up timbs and black jerseys
Bulletproof pads, masks and no mercy
full of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, toughened up, to win
If a clip hold a hundred I'll put a and ten
The game face head niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin out in front of the benz
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up with rims
And still we do the shit can't be done
word that come out my mouth is an anthem