Luyện nghe bài hát The Champ

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

[Ghostface
Godzilla
from Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I home
Trailblazer ballin
is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy
Wonderin' how niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the
My I did 'em up
Them bricks I 'em up
My raps bit 'em up
For now stick 'em up
Ten Four buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of
Liar liar on fire You burning up like David Koresh
is architect music
Verbal street pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran the tunnel
speed
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 been up my corner
And you better get that mad look off your for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for another
You have never came back
here man after I crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange face
I'm the Champ!

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

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

Killah]
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting on a glass table
Half a mil on my left
Terry Guess shorts robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch that means fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato
And jets get charted marquee shit the cars on it
They head and they to the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC since Cuban
Pretty Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
Proof and you double in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the load both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight shots and Rap belts 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 look in the mirror and to kiss myself I'm so pretty
Now who am I (The Man!)
Now who am I (The Man!)
Who (The Man!)
That's right and don't forget it

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

[cheering in the