Luyện nghe bài hát Who's the Champion

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

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

One: RZA

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

Raekwon

Put the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot 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 it there
it son, who the champion?

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

Verse Two: Killer

Yo!
I had to run up on this King at Devine, for his
He saw the stash and my mailbox for eighty dimes
He saw me stashin, like a for mega fiends
I held it like the finger fly miraculous King
Peep through the small get the camoflouge
Starks master in charge, through ery buildin, sippin egg nog
Niggaz my status God body carry big batters
know me for my blue 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 a two twelve
There go Lord Shamel, made a sale
He's my shit, I should slap fire out his ass
Snap his bones in half and watch the market crash
I up on him, he had the nerve to say Peace God
Ain't Peace God, you stole it now we out in the streets
your shit off, nigga you soft, back up off
Youse a shady nigga, I'm a fig you with a gloss
I snuffed him, threw a crazy and I cuffed him
Allah don't like ugly so I held back from him
I passed the burn off, he caught me from the side
a nigga jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw
I had my ice on, a few times, he started leakin
De with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his knees and
He started wheezin, his breath from smokin trees and
I'm still breathin, bleedin it's frontin season
Now I got that project belt,
Worldwide, I let Shamel