Luyện nghe bài hát Who's the Champion

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

Word. Man that nigga
Fuck that crab, ass, bitch [Who the live niggaz
[You niggaz know how to shoot joints] (Put 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)
we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big 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)
your guns down, throw your hands up]
It's on like that word up, Iron Man comes back
[Represent, you niggaz gotta joints]
Yo it

One: RZA

Put away your heaters, throw up dick beaters
Accurate to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the is
I heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece 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
When a twelve ounce of Bartyle and James had him startled
A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full
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 hand or go that
Do you my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who the heart to fire back?
[We take all overboard]

Chorus:

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

[It's like that, niggaz want to front, one time?
show you like 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
it come to bigger, showin and provin
Niggaz styles is Who the champion? Settle it son.

Two: Ghostface Killer

Yo!
I had to run up on this at Devine, for his shines
He saw the stash and caught my for eighty dimes
He saw me stashin, like a for mega fiends
I it down like the finger fly miraculous King
Peep through the small get the camoflouge
Starks in charge, pushin through ery buildin, sippin egg nog
know my status God body carry big batters
Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides crabs
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 Lord Shamel, made a sale
He's sellin my shit, I slap fire out his ass
Snap his in half and watch the stock market crash
I walked up on him, he had the to say Peace God
Ain't nuttin God, you stole it now we out in the streets
Take your shit off, you soft, back up off
Youse a shady nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a
I snuffed him, threw a left 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
Tapped a nigga jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and raw
I had my ice on, a few times, he started leakin
De King with the deadarm, fell to his knees and
He started wheezin, his breath from smokin trees and
I'm still breathin, bleedin because frontin season
Now I got that project belt,
Worldwide, I let slide