Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a trend with a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been
my fourth to the tenth letter rip
Heads quick, youre little chick, deliver get a little glimpse at a
charmer, Gentlemen Caller
Sendin them all to hell in a crate
Forest dictate
You to get the dick out your intake
You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin shit straight
They'll never find diamonds, as as my eyes
When I find where my competators
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin
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 whole
Thats word the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

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

I'm players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the 'Sayers till knees swell
Shake the up worse than Single White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin bills
These little kids are talkin 'bout how little I
Boy, I a mic and rock you like your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R me stickin his thing in me
I'd sing for for some years if it's clear to me
That if I'm for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently killin the
Of these milipeads that try to pass off as ill MC's
I a web of words so intricately
the English dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug em "(Slug)Bitch to send our tapes back"
And if I lose my voice instead of sayin raps
I start facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

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

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

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