Luyện nghe bài hát The Champ

[Dialogue borrowed a "Rocky" movie]
This guy is a bulldozer a wrecking ball attached
He'll a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
an animal
He's
You been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the nigga)
You hungry
Matter of 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, means I barely home
stay ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty
y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get me
I been doin before Nas dropped the Nasty
My I did 'em up
bricks I send 'em up
My y'all bit 'em up
For that now 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is up
millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll at the angel of death
liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
This is architect
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the booming indeed
I ran the tunnel
speed
That's when I was in the jungle slangin that D

over the beat]
Get out my face! No you got no mo?'.
need no has been messin' up my corner
And you get that mad look off your face for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for beating
You should have never back
Look here man after I him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to your face
I'm the Champ!

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

[Spoken over the
Think nobody can; don't give this no statue give him death
I told y'all I wasn't away
You had your shot no give me
Now why don't you tell folks why you been ducking me, politics man
You think you going to me down
They don't want me to have the
Because I'm not a like that fool up there
Ask his woman she get more pipe 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 ankle
Terry cloth Guess shorts is comfortable
Bring me a nice that means I'll fuck with you
My is Mick Jaeger stones is rolling
is cut to it tis ? spark when weed went up
The Cocoa is slightly damp
Sprouting in the backyard to Gran duke tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee with the cars on it
They head and they earl to the and vomit
Back East summer MC since Cuban
Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
Proof and you deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the load both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title 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 scare
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!)
right and don't y'all forget it

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

[cheering in the