Luyện nghe bài hát The Champ

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

[Ghostface
bankroll
Stones from
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I home
stay ballin
Revenge is my arts is darts
While y'all stuck on Taffy
how y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin before Nas dropped the Nasty
My I did 'em up
Them I send 'em up
My y'all bit 'em up
For now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy got is money up
Worth still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of
Liar liar pants on You burning up like David Koresh
This is music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects indeed
I ran the tunnel
Terrorize
That's when I was in the jungle slangin that D

[Spoken the beat]
Get out my face! No you got no mo?'.
Don't need no has messin' up my corner
And you get that mad look off your face for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for another
You should never came back
Look here man after I him, you next!
And you have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
Who to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two
Bet cha'all didn't know I had a arm
I lost it, wild and raw rap, I was gettin' it on
a fat nigga out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and on
hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flav clock yo
want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they out like a hysterectomy
When collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you off from the inside
is hanging
Frauds is leftin draws on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory
Stay in your dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll still eatin

[Spoken over the
Think nobody can; don't give this nigga no give him death
I told I wasn't going away
You had shot no give me mine
Now why don't you tell these folks why you been me, politics man
You think you going to keep me
They want me to have the title
Because I'm not a puppet that fool up there
Ask his woman she get more from the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!

Killah]
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a table
Half a mil on my left
Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is
Bring me a nice bitch means I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick stones is rolling
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee shit the cars on it
They head and earl to the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and
Proof and you double in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the mother both of them green
IBF WBC title shots and Rap belts belong to D.C.

[Spoken over the
Listen I am bad, I I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad I's scare myself
Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to myself I'm so pretty
Now who am I (The Man!)
Now who am I (The Man!)
Who (The Man!)
That's and don't y'all forget it

and gentlemen!
The winner by consecutive knockout and champion of the worlllllllld!
Ghostface

[cheering in the