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
niggaz know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz to front on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony
They to, tried to front 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)
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 your heaters, throw up your dick beaters
Accurate to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the of the park fences
his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple
of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a du-els
Send Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's when he for his ahhs
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got
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
was his ass black
So it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go that
Do you my gat to make the contact?
cats who lack the heart to fire back?
[We take all crabs

Chorus:

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

[It's like that, niggaz want to front, one time?
I'ma you like this. One on each 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, and provin
Niggaz styles is wack] Who the Settle it son.

Verse Ghostface Killer

Yo!
I had to run up on King at Devine, for his shines
He saw the and caught my mailbox for eighty dimes
He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for fiends
I held it like the finger fly miraculous King
Peep the heavy small get the camoflouge
Starks master in charge, pushin ery buildin, sippin egg nog
know my status God body carry big batters
Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides crabs
and mine, this bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent
the hell just made him fuck with my intelligent?
Back to Polly and I heard some noise we a two twelve
There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a
He's sellin my shit, I should fire 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 Peace God, you stole it now we out in the streets
your shit off, nigga you soft, back up off
Youse a shady nigga, I'm a fig you with a gloss
I snuffed him, a crazy left and I cuffed him
don't like ugly so I held back from bustin him
I passed the off, he caught me from the blind 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 with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his and
He started wheezin, losin his breath from smokin and
I'm still breathin, bleedin it's frontin season
Now I got that belt, international/national
Worldwide, I let Shamel