Luyện nghe bài hát Who's the Champion

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

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

Verse RZA

Put away your heaters, throw up your dick
Accurate blows to his nose his eyes closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the fences
Knocked his front teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to me with a couple
of low to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els
Send your Barb for this jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's when he for his ahhs
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got
When a twelve ounce of Bartyle and James had him startled
A bitch threw it him in his head, at full throttle
He fell, the glass crashed, he saved by the bell
was his ass black
So when it comes to combat
We can take it hand to or go beyond that
Do you want my gat to make the
Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire
[We take all crabs

Raekwon

Put down the gun son, son of fact, shoot the one on one
Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff hit the ground
on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there
Settle it son, who the

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

Verse Two: Ghostface

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