Luyện nghe bài hát Who's the Champion

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

Word. Man fuck that
Fuck that crab, ass, bitch [Who the niggaz youknowhatI'msayin?]
[You niggaz know how to joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to front on my little (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent
Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony Rhome]
They tried to, tried to front on this (Put the gun son)
[RZA respect We keep it real]
Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put the gun son)
[Put your guns down, your hands 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, throw up your dick
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a
Bitches on the wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
I land heavy in the corner of the park fences
Knocked his front teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to me with a couple
of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a du-els
your Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't that's when he reached for his ahhs
Brother me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped
When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and had him startled
A bitch it caught him in his head, at full throttle
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the
That was his ass
So it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go that
Do you my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to back?
[We take all crabs

Raekwon

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

[It's like that, niggaz want to front, one time?
I'ma show you like this. One on each
This is it up. We gonna lay you back
We gonna 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: Ghostface

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, a pipe-link for mega fiends
I held it down the finger fly miraculous King
Peep through the heavy small get the
Starks master in charge, pushin through ery buildin, egg nog
know my status God body carry big batters
Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides smackin
and earnin mine, this bitch Sha cat, get his back bent
What the hell just made him fuck with my
Back to Polly and I heard some we pack a two twelve
There go Lord Shamel, made a sale
He's sellin my shit, I should slap out his ass
Snap his bones in half and watch the stock market
I up on him, he had the nerve to say Peace God
Ain't nuttin Peace God, you it now we out in the streets
Take shit off, nigga you soft, back up off
a shady nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss
I snuffed him, threw a crazy and I cuffed him
don't like ugly so I held 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 wheezin, losin his breath from smokin trees and
I'm still breathin, bleedin it's frontin season
Now I got that belt, international/national
Worldwide, I let slide