Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said be done, doin what they 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 bringin it home, like Shaq and Kob'
Cash to blow, trees lit, of mo
styles, crossin like Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me to smile
Movin too slow, tired, pick up the flow
Passin go, two bricks to get in the
Pushin that weight, front line like Michigan
Jail board, punk players gettin bumps on their
The survive, shorty want to jump in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I spit it through mics
Halftime, smoke break, I somethin to light
over, niggaz goin home losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first pick of this rap shit
Runnin the block like a runnin duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard
Side lines with drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we to the death
to floss, hos play off a nigga cost
Only with the winners, not the team that lost
The game is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on
Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the fort
Connects get intercept for their coke in the first
Be the game rival thug, rhyme on thug
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 jerseys
pads, face masks and no mercy
Cooler full of henny and for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, toughened up, to win
If a clip hold a I'll put a hundred and ten
The game face bald head niggaz it again
Celebratin, takin out in front of the benz
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, tinted up with rims
And we do the shit that can't be done
word that come out my mouth is an anthem