Luyện nghe bài hát Who's the Champion

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

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

Verse RZA

Put away your heaters, throw up your beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the 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 catch me with a
of low blows to the nuts, on was as a giant du-els
Send Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire
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 ounce bottle 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
was his ass black
So when it comes to combat
We can take it hand to hand or go beyond
Do you want my gat to make the
Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire
[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, sure don't hit the ground
Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can it there
Settle it son, who the

[It's like that, niggaz want to front, one more
I'ma show you like this. One on side
This is it word up. We lay you back
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 Ghostface Killer

Yo!
I had to run up on King 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 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
know my status God body carry big batters
Fiends me for my blue bags, besides smackin crabs
and earnin mine, this Sha cat, gotta get his back bent
What the hell just him fuck with my intelligent?
Back to Polly and I heard some noise we a two twelve
go Lord Shamel, faggot 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 nerve to say God
nuttin Peace God, you stole it now we out in the streets
Take your shit off, nigga you soft, up off
a shady nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss
I snuffed him, a crazy left and I cuffed him
Allah don't like ugly so I held from bustin him
I passed the burn off, he caught me from the side
Tapped a jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw
I had my ice on, a few times, he started leakin
De King with the deadarm, Shamel to his knees and
He started wheezin, losin his from smokin trees and
I'm still breathin, bleedin it's frontin season
Now I got project belt, international/national
Worldwide, I let slide