Luyện nghe bài hát The Champ

[Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky"
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on back
an animal
He's
You ain't hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me I took ya in
You wanted to be a (Yeah!)
You to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't
of fact I don't want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you me

[Ghostface
Godzilla
Stones Stilion
Yo I got it all, that means I barely home
Trailblazer stay
Revenge is my arts is darts
While y'all on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how niggaz get past me
I been doin before Nas dropped the Nasty
My I did 'em up
Them I send 'em up
My raps bit 'em up
For now stick 'em up
Ten good buddy Tone got is money up
millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of
Liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
This is music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects indeed
I ran through the
Terrorize
That's when I was in the jungle slangin that D

over the beat]
Get out my face! No you got no mo?'.
Don't need no has been messin' up my
And you better get that mad look off your for I knock it off
Hey you ready for another beating
You should have came back
Look man after I crucify him, you next!
And you better have a doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
Who to battle the Don?
I'm James in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'all know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was it on
Took a fat nigga out in like
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and on
Kangol hat slanted bounce to Morocco
Guerilla medallions Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggaz want me but they scared to step to me
Rip guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the by the penitentiary kite
Or get you off from the inside
is hanging
Frauds is leftin they on the floor complaining
ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in your place dirt born rappers get box for training ?
Ya'll eatin bacon

[Spoken the beat]
Think nobody don't give this nigga no statue give him death
I told y'all I wasn't away
You had your shot no give me
Now why you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man
You think you going to keep me
don't want me to have the title
Because I'm not a puppet like fool up there
Ask his woman she get more pipe the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!

Killah]
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting on a glass table
a mil on my left ankle
Terry cloth Guess robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch that means fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger is rolling
is cut to it tis ? spark when weed went up
The Cocoa is slightly damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to duke tomato plants
And get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and earl to the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC king Cuban
Pretty Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
Proof and you double deuce in the
My man ? was on the floor with the mother load of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots and Rap belong to D.C.

over the beat]
Listen I am bad, I I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad sometimes I's myself
Sometimes I in the mirror and want to kiss myself I'm so pretty
Now who am I (The Man!)
Now who am I (The Man!)
Who (The Man!)
right and don't y'all forget it

and gentlemen!
The winner by knockout and still champion of the worlllllllld!
Killllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[cheering in the