Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

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

(X1)
We it home, playin like Shaq and Kob'
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, like Darius Miles
Lockin it down, the game got me to smile
Movin too slow, gettin tired, pick up the
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin that weight, front line like Michigan
board, punk players gettin bumps on their face
The strong survive, shorty want to jump in the
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta spit it mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need to light
Game over, goin home losers tonight

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up and black jerseys
Bulletproof pads, face masks and no
Cooler full of and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, up, learn to win
If a clip hold a I'll put a hundred and ten
The game bald head niggaz done it again
Celebratin, takin pictures out in of the benz
And we remain the champions
In escalades, tinted up with fancy rims
And we do the shit that can't be done
Every that come out my mouth is an anthem