Luyện nghe bài hát The Champ

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

Killah]
Godzilla
Stones from
Yo I got it all, that means I barely home
Trailblazer ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty
While y'all stuck on Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get me
I been doin this Nas dropped the Nasty
My I did 'em up
Them bricks I 'em up
My y'all bit 'em up
For now stick 'em up
Ten Four buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy
Ya'll staring at the of death
Liar liar pants on You burning up like David Koresh
This is architect
Verbal street pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran the tunnel
speed
That's when I was still in the jungle 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 get that mad look off your face for I knock it off
Hey fool you for another beating
You should never came back
Look here man I crucify him, you next!
And you have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!

Killah]
Who want to 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 before rap, I was it on
Took a fat nigga out in like
My gun get hard wit a 45 still and eagle on
Kangol hat slanted coconut to Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flavor clock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they to step to me
Rip they guts out a hysterectomy
When beef collide on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off the inside
is hanging
Frauds is leftin they draws on the floor
Bird ass nigga Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll still bacon

over the beat]
Think nobody can; don't give this nigga no give him death
I told y'all I going away
You had your no give me mine
Now why don't you tell folks why you been ducking 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 pipe from the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
I like the deuce of cutting spades on a glass table
Half a mil on my left
Terry cloth Guess robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice that means I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger is rolling
Prestige is cut to it tis ? when weed 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 earl to the and vomit
East summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and and Supreme
Proof and you double deuce in the
My man ? was on the floor with the mother load both of green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots and Rap belts to D.C.

over the beat]
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 and want 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 y'all it

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

in the background]