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

(X1)
We bringin it home, like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin like Darius
Lockin it down, the game got me leery to
Movin too slow, gettin tired, up the flow
Passin go, two to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, front line Michigan State
Jail board, punk players gettin bumps on face
The strong survive, shorty want to in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I somethin to light
over, niggaz goin home losers tonight

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up and black jerseys
Bulletproof pads, masks and no mercy
full of henny and sprite for when 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 face bald head niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in front of the
And still we remain the
In dirty escalades, up with fancy rims
And still we do the shit that be done
Every that come out my mouth is an anthem