Luyện nghe bài hát Who's the Champion

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

Word. Man fuck nigga
Fuck that crab, ass, bitch [Who the live youknowhatI'msayin?]
[You 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 little sister (Put the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Rhome, peace to my man Tony Rhome]
They tried to, tried to front on this (Put the gun son)
[RZA respect youknowhatI'msayin? We keep it
Yeah, it out y'all (put down 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 niggaz gotta shoot
Yo it

Verse RZA

Put away your heaters, up your dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a
of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a du-els
Send your Barb for fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's he reached for his ahhs
chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped
When a twelve ounce of Bartyle and James had him startled
A bitch threw it him in his head, at full throttle
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the
That was his ass
So when it comes to combat
We can take it to hand or go beyond that
Do you my gat to make the contact?
cats who lack the heart to fire back?
[We take all crabs

Chorus:

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 courts, or the square, we can take 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 gonna lay you
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 Two: Ghostface

Yo!
I had to run up on this King at Devine, for his
He saw the stash and caught my for eighty dimes
He saw me stashin, a pipe-link for mega fiends
I it down like the finger fly miraculous King
Peep through the heavy small get the
Starks in charge, pushin through ery buildin, sippin egg nog
Niggaz know my status God body carry big
Fiends know me for my bags, besides smackin crabs
and earnin mine, bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent
What the hell just him fuck with my intelligent?
Back to and I heard some noise we pack a two twelve
go Lord Shamel, faggot made a sale
He's sellin my shit, I should fire out his ass
Snap his bones in half and watch the market crash
I walked up on him, he had the nerve to say 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, threw a left and I cuffed him
don't like ugly so I held back from bustin him
I the burn off, he caught me from the blind side
a nigga jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw
I had my ice on, tapped a few times, he started
De King with the deadarm, fell to his knees and
He started wheezin, his breath from smokin trees and
I'm still breathin, because it's frontin season
Now I got that project belt,
Worldwide, I let Shamel