Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said can't be done, doin what said can't be done
We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done

(X1)
We it home, playin like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, lit, glass of mo
Various styles, crossin Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me leery to
Movin too slow, gettin tired, up the flow
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, front like Michigan State
Jail board, punk players bumps on their face
The survive, shorty want to jump in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I spit it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need somethin to
Game over, niggaz goin losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft pick of this rap
the block like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty line with hard time
Side lines flooded with drops, is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we play to the
Money to floss, hos play off a nigga
Only rollin with the winners, not the team lost
The game is wild, I'm like Ray on trial
Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the fort
Connects get intercept for their coke in the first
Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on
Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the champs

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black
Bulletproof pads, face and no mercy
Cooler full of henny and sprite for when I'm
I'm a loser, toughened up, learn to win
If a clip hold a I'll put a hundred and ten
The game face bald head niggaz done it
Celebratin, takin pictures out in of the benz
And still we remain the
In dirty escalades, tinted up with fancy
And still we do the that can't be done
Every word that come out my mouth is an