Luyện nghe bài hát Who's the Champion

Intro: RZA and Ghostface, () and somebody []

Word. Man that nigga
Fuck crab, ass, bitch [Who the live niggaz youknowhatI'msayin?]
[You niggaz know how to joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony
tried to, tried to front on this (Put down the gun son)
[RZA respect We keep it real]
Yeah, check it out y'all (put the, put down the gun son)
your guns down, throw your hands up]
It's on that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back
[Represent, you niggaz gotta joints]
Yo it

Verse RZA

Put away heaters, throw up your dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park
Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me a couple
of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant
Send your Barb for fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's when he reached for his
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got
When a twelve bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled
A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the
was his ass black
So when it comes to physical
We can take it hand to or go beyond that
Do you want my gat to the contact?
cats who lack the heart to fire back?
[We take all crabs

Chorus:

Put down the gun son, son matter of fact, the one on one
Hold it down, make sure the head, nuff don't hit the ground
Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it
Settle it son, who the

[It's like that, want to front, one more time?
I'ma show you like this. One on each
This is it word up. We lay you back
We gonna rest your back, you won't how to act
When it come to bigger, showin and
Niggaz is wack] Who the champion? Settle it son.

Two: Ghostface Killer

Yo!
I had to run up on King at Devine, for his shines
He saw the stash and caught my mailbox for dimes
He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for fiends
I held it down the finger fly miraculous King
through the heavy small get the camoflouge
Starks in charge, pushin through ery buildin, sippin egg nog
Niggaz my status God body carry big batters
Fiends know me for my bags, besides smackin crabs
and earnin mine, this bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back
the hell just made him fuck with my intelligent?
Back to Polly and I heard some noise we pack a two
There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a
He's sellin my shit, I should fire out his ass
Snap his bones in half and watch the stock crash
I walked up on him, he had the to say Peace God
Ain't nuttin Peace God, you stole it now we out in the
Take your off, nigga you soft, back up off
Youse a nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss
I snuffed him, threw a left and I cuffed him
Allah don't like ugly so I back from bustin him
I the burn off, he caught me from the blind side
Tapped a nigga jaw, I shot my style, and crazy raw
I had my ice on, tapped a few times, he started
De with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his knees and
He started wheezin, losin his breath smokin trees and
I'm still breathin, bleedin because frontin season
Now I got project belt, international/national
Worldwide, I let slide