Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

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

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and jerseys
Bulletproof pads, face 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 game face bald head done it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in of the benz
And still we the champions
In dirty escalades, up with fancy rims
And still we do the shit that be done
word that come out my mouth is an anthem