Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

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

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you me
My dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys
pads, face masks and no mercy
Cooler full of henny and sprite for when I'm
I'm a loser, toughened up, learn to win
If a hold a hundred I'll put a hundred and ten
The face bald head niggaz done it again
Celebratin, pictures out in front of the benz
And still we the champions
In escalades, tinted up with fancy rims
And still we do the shit that be done
Every word that out my mouth is an anthem