Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a trend with a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, shredder, theres never been better
Plus my to the tenth letter rip
Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a glimpse at a
Ugly charmer, Caller
Sendin all to hell in a milk crate
Forest Whitiker
You need to get the out your intake
You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin your shit
They'll find diamonds, as bright as my eyes
When I find where my competators
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean emcee
Is goin toe to toe em, Stand nose to nose with em
My for sho(sure) hit em
I thought especially, one word that I speak at a show, could blow the system
Thats from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

You're now rockin with the
You you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and me, son
Cause I got a full and I can hand you some
You're now rockin with the
You know you're in a war that be won
You to stop and understand me, son
I got a pocket full and I can hand you some

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the till they knees swell
Shake the game up than Single White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin bills
little kids are talkin 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and you like your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like
you up and slap you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his in me
I'd sing for free for some years if clear to me
That if I'm there for my they're there for me
For real, I be killin the soliloquies
Of these milipeads that try to pass themselves off as ill
I a web of words so intricately
That the English lacks an adjective to fit me
If he my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug told em "(Slug)Bitch to send our back"
And if I my voice then instead of sayin raps
I paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

You're now with the champion
You know you're in a war can't be won
You to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you
You're now with the champion
You know you're in a war that be won
You need to and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket and I can hand you some

No No No
I wasn't lyin them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you I tear a man till he can barely stand?
I the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus back
I'll do for the cats that show support like that
When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin
Guys are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're
Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring they muthafuckin back
I'm big up my man Optimus Prime
I'm like what the fuck do got in they mind?
I might jump on the and start hollerin rhymes
Maybe your back around and make you swallow your spine
It's you ain't seen no one this tight in years
When I sing I can Brian McKnight to tears
I have to consume, shit I capture a
And before my son was born I made him in the womb
MC's put up your titles, I be em soon
Them rappers are doomed, than breathing hazardous fumes
'Bam!'
(There it is...)

You're now with the champion
You know you're in a war can't be won
You need to and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can you some
You're now rockin the champion
You you're in a war that can't be won
You to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket and I can hand you some