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 niggaz
niggaz know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to front on my sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, to my man Tony Rhome]
They tried to, tried to front on (Put down the gun son)
[RZA respect youknowhatI'msayin? We keep it
Yeah, check it out y'all (put the, put down the gun son)
your guns down, throw your hands up]
It's on like y'all word up, Iron Man comes back
[Represent, you gotta shoot joints]
Yo it

Verse RZA

Put away your heaters, throw up dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose his eyes closed to a centimeter
on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
I land uppercuts in the corner of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my
He grabbed the buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple
of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant
Send your Barb for fuckin jew On a Wire
He chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got
When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him
A threw it caught him in his head, at full throttle
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't by the bell
That was his ass
So when it to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go beyond
Do you my gat to make 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 courts, or the square, we can take it there
it son, who the champion?

[It's like that, 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 your back, you won't know how to act
When it to bigger, showin and provin
Niggaz is wack] Who the champion? Settle it son.

Two: Ghostface Killer

Yo!
I had to run up on this King at Devine, for his
He saw the and caught my mailbox for eighty dimes
He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for mega
I held it down like the finger fly King
Peep through the heavy small get the
Starks master in charge, through ery buildin, sippin egg nog
Niggaz know my status God body big batters
Fiends me for my blue bags, besides smackin crabs
and earnin mine, bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent
What the hell just made him with my intelligent?
Back to and I heard some noise we pack a two twelve
There go Lord Shamel, made a sale
sellin my shit, I should slap fire out his ass
Snap his bones in half and the stock market crash
I walked up on him, he had the nerve to say God
nuttin Peace God, you stole it now we out in the streets
Take your shit off, you soft, back up off
a shady nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss
I him, threw a crazy left and I cuffed him
Allah like ugly so I held back from bustin him
I passed the burn off, he caught me from the 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 the deadarm, Shamel fell to his knees and
He started wheezin, losin his breath from trees and
I'm still breathin, bleedin because it's frontin
Now I got project belt, international/national
Worldwide, I let slide