Luyện nghe bài hát Champion (Remix)

Im a trend setter with a wicked
Been feather, venomous, shredder, theres never been better
my fourth to the tenth letter rip
Heads quick, youre chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a
Ugly charmer, Caller
them 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 straight
They'll never find diamonds, as bright as my
I find where my competators hide
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean emcee
Is goin toe to toe with em, nose to nose with em
My for sho(sure) hit em
I especially, one word that I speak at a show, could blow the whole system
Thats word the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that be won
You need to stop and me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can you some
You're now with the champion
You you're 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

I'm players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
Shake the game up than Single White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin three
little kids are talkin 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you your Triple 5 Soul
With a flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and you till your teeth are loose
I've the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R me stickin his thing in me
I'd for free 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 killin the soliloquies
Of milipeads that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of words so
That the English lacks an adjective to fit me
If he my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and told 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

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

No No No
I lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely
I share the land with hollerin my chorus back
I'll do anything for the cats that show support that
When I they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Guys are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're
These Minnesota touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring muthafuckin trophies back
I'm like big up my man Prime
I'm like what the fuck do got in they mind?
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin
Maybe your back around and make you swallow your spine
It's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in
When I I can bring Brian McKnight to tears
I to consume, shit I capture a room
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, worse than breathing fumes
'Bam!'
(There it is...)

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