Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said 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, playin like and Kob'
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, like Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me leery to
Movin too slow, gettin tired, pick up the
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin weight, front line like Michigan State
Jail board, punk players gettin bumps on their
The strong survive, shorty want to in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I spit it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need to light
Game over, niggaz home losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft pick of rap shit
Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line hard time
Side flooded with drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we play to the
Money to floss, hos play off a cost
Only rollin with the winners, not the that lost
The is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on trial
Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the fort
Connects get intercept for their coke in the first
Be the game most rival thug, 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 timbs and jerseys
Bulletproof pads, face masks and no
Cooler of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, toughened up, to win
If a clip hold a I'll put a hundred and ten
The game face bald head niggaz done it
Celebratin, takin pictures out in of the benz
And we remain the champions
In escalades, tinted up with fancy rims
And still we do the shit that be done
word that come out my mouth is an anthem