Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they can't be done, doin what they said can't be done
We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they can't be done, doin what 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 like Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me leery to
Movin too slow, gettin tired, up the flow
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin weight, front line like Michigan State
board, punk players gettin bumps on their face
The strong survive, shorty want to jump in the
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta spit it through
Halftime, break, I need somethin to light
Game over, goin home losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft of this rap shit
the block like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with time
Side lines flooded drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we play to the
to floss, hos play off a nigga cost
Only rollin the winners, not the team 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 round
Be the game most rival thug, on thug
Blowin ya amps, is the Eastcoast champs

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