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 know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to front on my little sister (Put the gun)
we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Rhome]
They tried to, tried to on this (Put down the gun son)
[RZA youknowhatI'msayin? We keep 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 that word up, Iron Man comes back
[Represent, you gotta shoot joints]
Yo it

Verse RZA

Put your heaters, throw up your dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes to a centimeter
on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, to catch me with a couple
of low to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els
Send your for this fuckin jew On a Wire
He chessbox 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 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 want my gat to the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to back?
[We all crabs overboard]

Raekwon

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

[It's like that, niggaz want to front, one more
I'ma you like this. One on each side
This is it word up. We lay you back
We gonna your back, you won't know how to act
When it to bigger, showin and provin
Niggaz styles is wack] Who the champion? 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 down like the fly miraculous King
Peep through the heavy small get the
Starks master in charge, through ery buildin, sippin egg nog
Niggaz know my God body carry big batters
Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides crabs
and earnin mine, bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent
What the hell just made him with my intelligent?
Back to Polly and I heard some noise we a two twelve
There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a
He's my shit, I should slap fire out his ass
Snap his bones in half and the stock market crash
I up on him, he had the nerve to say Peace God
nuttin Peace 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 a gloss
I snuffed him, threw a left and I cuffed him
Allah don't like so I held back from bustin him
I passed the burn off, he me from the blind side
Tapped a nigga jaw, I shot my style, and crazy raw
I had my ice on, a few times, he started leakin
De King with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his and
He started wheezin, losin his breath from smokin and
I'm still breathin, bleedin because frontin season
Now I got that project belt,
Worldwide, I let slide