Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

(Intro: ringing*)
Good ladies and gentlemen
is your main event of the evening

(PMD)
Yeah, it, one time, one time, one time
PMD and B-Real, Cypress Hill, Hit
Yeah, you niggas know the
Check it, check it, through, uh, Hit Squad

(PMD)
Sirens blare, wildin' out over chairs
The men here, so sealable doors, so clear
Breath takin', rollin' up with the gat shakin'
No puss here, sadly mistaken
The chains breakin', back to check the you fakin'
That's violation, like a eatin' bacon
Much got the beat breakin', faggots instigatin'
I'm runnin' with the law while you triple six in Satan
Comin' in blastin', with no maskin', niggas
"How he lastin'?" Jewels, the tool flashin'
out now I'm lacked in, I'ma second win
More oxygen, on my jock again

(B-Real)
Runnin' the PMD, universal, no rehearsal
controversial, no
All and rugged, you buckin' off at the straight thuggin'
thumpin' and head bumpin'
Motherfuckers hear somethin', CD's jumpin'
Thumpin' the all of a sudden
In the mist of the I shut it - all competition
Set the to submission
From the contact I'm at brain cells
through songs and magazines and the e-mail
I'm worldwide, six side, killafornia
No time, define, no wolfs, we need the
to the slaughter, I'm you through the water
hip-hop and D makes you grow like weed, proceed
That's right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Hill
All up in dome piece

(Outro: PMD)
...keep the house bumpin', we be the
Get the announcements, the whole house bumpin'
You want somethin', we the
Keep the thumpin', get announcements
Let them know that you won bitch, we be the
We be the champions, we be the

(*bell twice*)