Luyện nghe bài hát Champion

This a celebration, is levitation
Look at how you winning now? This took
is meditation, higher education
This the official elimination
was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, they flunk they math
Bitches half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy
is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they killed my little Nicholas
But my memories only happy
is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas bids
one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Voila, Sharika
Candace, Thembi, Lauren,

a celebration
For the ghetto, oh
It's time, times these (Ooh ooh)
know who we are by now
They who we are
Champion, the (champion, champion)

Yeah, okay, we made it to
I remember when I used to with Erica
Label 20 million to Comerica
It's terrible, it's got me acting out of character
Young T.O. nigga, either riding
Or top down, screaming, "Money ain't a thang!"
Tell me when I change, girl, but when I change
Cause I this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know!
Making hits in three acre
Cooking up tryna eat niggas, and ribs
I made a stars outta basic chicks
Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even a wish
Having good times, making good
Lot of bad bitches, but good to me
I make do the splits for a rap
Wish you niggas good luck, get where I'm at
Straight that

It's a
For the ghetto, oh
It's time, times these (Ooh ooh)
know who we are by now
They who we are
Champion, the (champion, champion)

Straight balling in this bitch, Lin; 'Melo
Tell me one thing you won't do:
Give me one for your chain: yellow
Pocket full of money, black ghetto
say I ain't in the game, A.I
Jeezy, how you deal with the Stay high
Stay on for the town, may I?
you call a crib in the sky? Play-high
Over a mil in three weeks, yeah I did it a champ
taught me pride, yeah she did it with the stamps
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the
Somebody tell these hating niggas, I'm global
Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne
What I gotta do to get coconut flowing?
Don't let me Shawn Carter, I'm the ballest of the ace
Let me hit up Sean Combs, money cases in my place, celebrate

It's a
Put it up for the
It's like these
know who we are by now
They who we are
Champion, a

What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah
I saw my two million dollars, I was 23
I'm barely a man, yet, I had killers under me
This ain't PG, this rated PJ
Cause that's a nigga from; murder on replay
My 24th b-day, I'm to Bermy,
you can see me on a yacht Blasting Pac, little not, I greedy
I'm to thugging, bitches, back to making them kiss other bitches
My man sister me, I don't fuck my brother sister
I just your desire to be different
My ten old plan is just one year to finish
My list like this, first thing that you'll discover
The in pussy: white, black, Latin and other
Here's a man who clearly isn't
Waiting list, to hear me or witness the greatness
laughter while writin' my next chapter
Fast life, happily ever after

It's a
For the ghetto, oh
time, times like these (Ooh ooh)
They who we are by now
They who we are
Champion, the (champion, champion)