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 can't be
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 like Shaq and
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me to smile
too slow, gettin tired, pick up the flow
Passin go, two to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, front like Michigan State
Jail board, players gettin bumps on their face
The strong survive, shorty want to jump in the
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 draft pick of this rap shit
Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin d's
Get on the fifty yard line with hard time
Side lines flooded with drops, 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 that lost
The game is wild, I'm like Ray on trial
fouls, hit with techs in the fort down
Connects get intercept for coke in the first round
Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on
Blowin ya amps, is the Eastcoast champs

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you me
My team dirty, up timbs and black jerseys
Bulletproof pads, masks and no mercy
Cooler full of 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 game face bald niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin out in front of the benz
And still we remain the
In dirty escalades, up with fancy rims
And still we do the that can't be done
Every word that out my mouth is an anthem