Luyện nghe bài hát The Champ

[Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky"
guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a around your eye and tread marks on your back
an animal
He's
You ain't hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I ya in
You wanted to be a (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a (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

Killah]
Godzilla
Stones Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, means I barely home
stay ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty
While stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all get past me
I doin this 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 got is money up
Worth millions back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David
This is music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects indeed
I ran the tunnel
speed
That's when I was still in the jungle slangin D

[Spoken over the
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 ready for beating
You should have never came
Look here man after I him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
Who want to battle the
I'm Bond 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
a fat nigga out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and on
Kangol hat slanted coconut to Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to to me
Rip they out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you off from the inside
Jaws is
Frauds is leftin draws on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Ivory Waynes
Stay in your place born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll eatin bacon

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

[Ghostface
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting on a glass table
a mil on my left ankle
Terry Guess shorts robes is comfortable
Bring me a bitch that means I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when went up
The Cocoa leaf is damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to duke tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee shit with the on it
They and they earl to the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC king Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and
and you double deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the mother load both of green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots and Rap belong to D.C.

[Spoken over the
I am bad, I said I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad sometimes I's scare
I look 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!)
That's and don't y'all forget it

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

in the background]