Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

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

(PMD)
Sirens blare, niggas wildin' out chairs
The men here, so doors, so stand clear
Breath takin', niggas rollin' up with the gat
No puss here, brothers mistaken
The breakin', back to check the rules you fakin'
That's violation, like a Muslim eatin'
Much got the beat breakin', niggas instigatin'
I'm with the law while you triple six in your Satan
in blastin', with no maskin', niggas askin'
"How he lastin'?" Jewels, with the flashin'
Blacked out now I'm in, I'ma second win
More oxygen, niggas on my jock

(B-Real)
Runnin' the PMD, universal, no rehearsal
controversial, no
All rough and rugged, you off at the straight thuggin'
thumpin' and head bumpin'
Motherfuckers wanna hear somethin', CD's
Thumpin' the ground all of a
In the mist of the I shut it - all competition
Set the condition to
From the I'm sparkin' at brain cells
through songs and and through the e-mail
I'm worldwide, six side, killafornia
No time, define, no wolfs, we the blind
to the slaughter, I'm baptizin' you through the
Pure hip-hop and D makes you grow weed, proceed
right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill
All up in your dome

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

(*bell twice*)